Her braided hair hangs <br />like great black ropes. <br />She cracks her knuckles <br />twenty times per waking hour. <br /> <br /> <br />She was born with an audio <br />anomaly. Mozart's Requiem <br />blares through her skull <br />whenever her world quiets. <br />Consequently, she is addicted <br />to loud noises. <br />Birth also blessed her <br />with supernatural stigmata. <br />Her eyelids and lips are gun-metal gray. <br /> <br /> <br />In kindergarten, she mastered <br />the art of photosynthesis. <br />Every October, she sustains herself <br />with sunlight, water, and air. <br />The remainder of days, she ets <br />only krill and kelp. <br /> <br /> <br />Her smile is a tiny torn star. <br />Her voice is full of dusk and brandy. <br />Her heart cradles howling beauty. <br />Her coul, the bittersweet wisdom of pearls.<br /><br />David Kowalczyk<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/goddess-of-floods-tornados-and-earthquakes/
