Pace.

She drew blue parallels to an island

beating near

But remained confined by fighting walls.

Slam. Snigger. Slap.

Brutal realism stung scorched skin.

Pure pale freckled white stored her innocence,

held together fragile tormented bones.

She held her breath, pinch her freckled flesh

and hungered for distance.

From them walls.

Those determined fervent walls.

Hiding in the shadows of her own despair she checked her fear fraction.

A private shock.

Weeping into cloudless lucid distances she summoned the familiar.

A dream state.

One shaped like wonder.

There

she greeted herself in mirrored lanes of frenzied illusion.

She drank from endless vessels of bright

and from the shadows.

She watched her trampled soul heal.