Take more than you need

On the blades of glistening grass,
She wore a metallic crimson dress
hiding her scheme and somehow
accenting each glimmer of her beauty.

With a wrench and a tug,
she stole the clouds from
the electric night sky
as the winds wailed against the grass

With a jolt and a jerk
She grabbed the moon as
the stars screamed for reason
in a endless, lonely sky.

With a yank and a pull,
She snatched up the grass
from the earth and watched
the beauty of the world fade.

Her dress shimmered with an
opaque mystery and it glowed in
the light of the stars as it expressed
such a grace, like the
estate moved under her feet.

She couldn't share with the world,
in fear of not being enough.
And she had taken more than she needed,
just so she would never have to go without.

So the rats scoured through her life
to poke holes at her happiness
and steal away her resolve
taking her kindness into their palms.

And the roaches stayed to scratch
at her misery drenched soul.
Making her dress a bit more
beautiful than the creature underneath.