She.

She is ethereal,
She had to break but now she shines,
She floats in and out of existence,
Leaving nothing behind,

It is always by her own accord,
Where she goes to stop and begin,
She’ll treat you mean, to keep you keen,
And sometimes she’ll let you in ,

She’s broken but she doesn’t know how,
How much or how far it goes,
She won’t let you repair her,
Too much damaged caused by too many ghosts,

She likes to feel as though she knows
The strangers she walks beside,
She’ll let them in, give them a home,
They’ll even stab her with her very own knife,

She doesn’t mind the life she lives,
She knows how to give and take,
Because she is ethereal,
And she will never break.

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