On Saturn's ring she sits crossed legged

sparkling and stiff as a crystal

cheeks dabbed from tears you never saw

and a heart padlocked behind a rusty door

her bones burst through her skin

yet she still felt so soft and gentle

like cold trying to be warm

when she exhaled to speak, it looked as if her words were smoke

and there she was, abounded with success and no one by her side

nothing left

a glass girl

trying to soothe the storm in her chest