Sad Girl

Sad Girl 

dances alone in her kitchen 

sipping peach coke from a glass bottle 

She 

sits on her porch 

watching the rain charge her fortress 

She 

packs sandbags at the base 

of the walls she builds 

preparing for a flood,

Sad Girl

daydreams in the dark 

learning the slow dance of the stars,

She 

is always looking for the moon 

it calls to her,

whispers secrets in her ear

Sad Girl

turns the music up louder, 

and sings,

her audience only ghosts

mostly within her 

She 

comments that the evening 

has a lot of perfect in it,

Sad Girl 

is happy in her moments 

snippet smiles with lingering laughter,

joyous in the snapshots, 

polaroid perceptions 

She 

is Sad Girl.