she got life in her veins.

she's the rising smoke after you blow a candle out,
twenty-two second of sunlight when the sky's full of clouds.
she's the dream you have, so vivid,
you question if it really happened.
she's the small part of you that still believes in magic.
she's a dizzy kind of comfort that you never thought you'd feel.
she's life after you recover, all the ways in which you heal.