She was everything I wanted to be,
Maybe even some of me:
Noyes’ Bess captured my silly 10 year-old heart,
No wonder love was always so dark.
Ruthless and fierce, the kind of passion that poisons
Then heals.
Smarter than boys, adults, the lot.
Calculated but kind, hard but soft,
And.
It should be and. Why the hell not?
I never understood why I could not be both,
When we are skin and bone, human and soul.
Her jewels were my pinks,
Her stuborness, my kicks.
And underneath it all, rage at the unfairness of the world.
Whatever she chose, she wanted to be the master of her own fate.
Viola’s gravity, at the bottom of the lake.
The Pharos 