The girl is a distant planet framed by an open window.
They say she was caught in a fire once,
became possessed by the boy who set it,
watched him comb through her eyelashes
with broken glass until she cried rubies.
house with no door,
door with no lock.
She buried every key she owned
until she couldn’t recognize the cage she hid in
as even a cage at all.
We found her in a scarlet dress
serving tea to her neighbors.
Everyone mistook hospitality for recovery.
No one questioned why she laughed more than she spoke.
She doesn’t speak anymore.
There are no more visitors.
Only a trail of rubies leading back to the place
where he first lit the match.