Do-It-All. Or XXX.

She floats, she floats.
She looks up, up, up, up above.

Sees things, from the corner of her eye, she does.
Knows things, deep inside her.

And still, suffers from infernal stupidity.

Breathes a deep breath. Lets it out in
A pretty puff. Powdery, clean and
Unreal, like the snow always
Seemed in travel ads
In some vague
Magazine.
Snow.
Clean and
Perhaps a little
Clinical, like the smell
Of some sterilised needle that
Would pump the system with most
Wonderful of all things, with her dreams.

Floats, she does.
Looks up, her neck tilts,
She sees it all, from the corner of her eye.
Sees herself, looking up, floating, like in a dream.
Knows it all she does.

Flies in the wind, dances in the shadows, breathes under water.