Hair Like Fire and Stars
She had hair like fire and stars, and he was afraid of her. She had hair like fire and stars, and her eyes were narrow as winter. She was no regent, this girl with hair like fire and stars, no powerful queen. She didn't sit in a heavenly throne high above no matter how much his wishes wished she did. She was no regent, no queen encompassed by court and law; she was only alone and her hair like fire and stars, and as he went he would hear the restless sound of her footsteps behind him. Her mouth sat cold and still as steel in his eyes and fire and stars raged for her in the sky. Her footsteps were relentless and never danced. Nothing about her danced, only her hair, and her hair was not her. Her hair flickered under streetlights and in the rim of bright between window shade and window frame seen in the middle of the night. It flashed in the black light of car windshields and neon signs from far away. It...