Northern Lights by Angela Fisher

It’s a blueprint diamond sky
A night full of piercing, hallowing cries

Her breath escapes into the air
It’s dark yet beautiful inside her stare

She walks with skin drenched in mist
A poison she exudes inside clenched fists

Divine and sacred is her bleeding heart
Colors that drip, forming immaculate art

She shouts into the open space
Numb from the tears that stain her face 

The horizon beams with glistening tones
As whirling wind chills her aching bones

She’s here at the edge of nothingness
Inhaling the pure cold as an open kiss

Leave her alone, she needs to rest
Her skin can no longer be undressed.

Angela has been writing since the age of eight. Poetry and creative non-fiction are her strong suits. She had a poem published when she was 14 called, “Sun vs. Moon.” She gets inspiration from all around her. “It’s easier to write about pain and beauty when you have experienced them both.”