She was much too human much too often

With porcelain skin

And fountains of blood coursing beneath it

Pumped through a heart

That beat against her will


Her body was utterly human

From her frail wrists, dashed with hopelessness

To her too-big hips

Ringed with lonely nights

Her body was utterly human

But her soul was an eagle

Beating its wings against a skeleton cage


Her heart was pathetically human

Ridges and cracks broke open

And throbbed painfully

In between hellos and goodbyes

Exchanged between

Friends and lovers that were only

Utterly

Pathetically

Human


She was much too human much too often

With a soul too big for her body

As she lay in bed

With shameful, secret, human tears

Running down her cheeks

She wished to be anything

But utterly

Pathetically

Human