Herself.

She strung

a thousand butterfly wings

on a piece of twine

and told herself that

she could fly.

 

She donned a dress

sewn of sunrays

on sunday morning

before entering the chapel

and told herself that

she was happy.

 

She pinned her hair

with twigs and flower stems

and painted her face

with berry juices and blood

and told herself that

she was beautiful.

 

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