Mystery Girl

by Makayla Doyle Session

She was born a fighter, afraid of becoming too vulnerable. She puts her fists up to any emotions, only because she knew what the world consisted of. She has a special appreciation for beauty. She finds it in everything but herself. She loves the sky. She claims the stars as her children. She often lies on the moon and listens to it whisper untold secrets of the world. She wonders if she has any secrets of her own. She bathes in galaxies beyond the Milky Way. She tucks the sun in and kisses it goodnight. She is not of wealth. In fact, her pockets have collected nebula over the years. She loves to sing. When she does, you can see the vibrations across the sky. Each note sends a different color through the sky, making it look as if it is painted with watercolors. She calls this Aurora borealis. She is young. She plays hopscotch on the planets, slides on the rings of Saturn, and surfs on asteroids. She collects clouds and wears them as a tiara. They say that when she touches you, it feels like a stellar collision within your body.