She’s untouchable.

A warrior with arrows upon a bleeding back.

Invisible scars, she carries along with the weight of the world, but still

she’s untouchable.

Bleeding blue, her heart has no

room for oxygen. Too heavy, bottled up gloom and feelings filling

shelves as she helps someone else.

She wants to die

but I will not let death touch her.

Tatted shoulders, she boulders her sins.

Uncomfortable, but enjoying the skin that

she’s in.

God.

Reminds me of the skies, beautiful,

hazardous. The unreachable sky.

She’s untouchable.