sunshine

cut

through her like glass

she bled
into the night onto the grass

her blood
mixing with the dirt
hardened
forming red brown odd shaped crustations

the next day

she arose
from the ashes of her former self

like the bird

the phoenix
was it?

she was transparent
now
of glass

translucent even

bleeding light sometimes

and if you looked close enough
you might catch a glimpse of her smoking heart