Adeline Olivia.

"It's like rain,"

She,

had said.
Had whispered.
Had thought.
Her concave gaze was fixed towards the sky,
as her alabaster feet stood solidly on the ground.

Surveying the muddied earth, she parted her lips
To catch,
to catch a breath of muddied air.
A sweet scent found it's way through her passage,
and curling in on itself,
filled her withered lungs with it's own sweet purfumes.

"Now that's the way me lady likes it..."

her voice cracked and growled,
while she let her insides
screw themselves silly.

Then,

twisting her crooked frame
and fixing her crooked hair,
she curved her lips to unveil
a pattering
of crooked teeth.

"...how the stars all wish they were me..."

she spoke,
with absolute love,
and absolute longing,
to absolutely no one
in particular.

As,

that was the day her voice seemed to scare
the prettiest of birds away.
By the beating of yellow wings and the peck of orange beaks,
an endless cloud of flight was made.

Away,

and away,

and away.

"Oh,"

"how I've always,"

"...loved rain."

Adeline croons to her stars.

"And oh,"

"how I've wished,"

"...it was I."