slathered in metal armor she is malleable.
she covers me.
at night she sparkles, spinning, spectacularly
Densely bound, she shines.
She laughs at flames that dare to lick her face.
White hot she pierces past perceptions plainly prismed
wrapped in wind, she a whisp of a whispered memory almost always forgotten
she is bold.
The cover of night can not shield from her iridescence.
In the noise she breathes bringing babel beside her breast bringing
life to those who’ve lived her
deafening those who silence her
impervious to the terrors of humanity
she spun shining over me
i sent word to iris hoping she’d find me.
it’s been years since we spoke.