(Inspired by the first line of “Stand It” by Ashley Ralr)
By Lydia Abigail Metzger
She curls up.
She can be unraveled.
But who would want to see that,
Who would want to see her in a mess.
Tangled and fringed,
no,
she looks better like this
she is better like this
but,
this, is not her
and so
she stands,
and stretches,
she makes the world see her
her mess and all
her imperfection.
And how
the stars shine brighter,
the wind smells fresher,
and the people are beautiful once more,
all with their own messes;
they are so amazing,
to her.