She made a locus of sparkling youth and brazen dreams around her soul’s polar axis. While others persevered to harmonize with theirs, she danced around her axis in circles of non-conformity. She lay in gutters dreaming of stars, drank until each atom of her body vibrated with the mirth of the wine, and kissed every frog in search of her prince.

One night, she lay in a crocheted web of herself, he came, she kissed him, and nothing was the same anymore.