She was a semi-goth princess
Kohl-rimmed eyes and a black bob
The ink on one arm said ‘Patience’
‘Promise’ etched the other
Her mouth smelled like honey and vanilla
And her lips were fat & cherry red
He couldn’t stop staring
It made him smile when she said,
“My name is Kristi, I can see I’m on your mind.”

Just outside the window
The sky was brighter
And bluer
Than it had been in a long while.