The stars in her eyes Reflect the grandiose dreams of One who has seen it all, yet Desperately hopes for more Dreamer, is she Creator of worlds beyond the seen Harbinger of the doom or success Of fictional creatures she hoards In the depths of her mind’s palaces Dreamer, Lost and found again Rejecting the hard cold truth for A prison of faeries’ making Buried deep beneath the intoxication Of voraciously consuming words Breathing in the scent of Pages long since penned by Authors whose bodies rot And feed the needs of the earth’s fauna And flora Dress and tights, Target | cardigan and necklace, c/o Oasap | boots, Kohl’s…