She, Between Veils

She loves Pearl Jam and crystals,

songs in minor keys,

rough lyrics tangled with smooth stones,

finding magic in the grit and gleam,

in bass lines like heartbeat rhythms,

and quartz glinting in the sun.

She’s a wanderer through realms

that lie between breath and silence,

deals in death and life,

holds both sides of the veil

like an old, familiar friend.

Her touch is soft—yet it stings,

she heals just as much as she hurts,

a sharp blade wrapped in silk,

a whisper edged with storm.

There is fire in her,

smoldering under careful control,

an ember she guards and feeds,

one that flares when she loves fiercely,

when she gives of herself like water

poured from a sacred well.

She loves as if love were breathing—

something vital, unstoppable,

a wild force she lets flow,

brave and free, no barriers, no shame.

She’s wrapped in rhythms—

like songs woven of seashells and smoke,

a pulse that shifts and reshapes,

draws people in, holds them close,

then lets them go with grace.

Her heart beats in tunes of empathy,

where sorrow and joy share a dance.

By the moon, she gathers pieces,

broken edges, bits of bone and hope,

she crafts them into spells and stones,

patches them back, piece by piece.

Her hands are scarred but steady,

soft enough to heal the wounded,

yet firm enough to hold boundaries

against the tide of pain.

She loves Pearl Jam and crystals,

and she is both—

a song unafraid of shadows,

a gleam that will not fade,

a bridge between worlds

where light meets dark

and souls find strength

in every shiver of her voice,

in every tender, daring touch.

There is a wildness to her kindness,

an edge in her smile—

for she loves fiercely,

but knows the art of letting go,

knows that sometimes love

is setting a soul free,

even if it leaves a mark,

even if it costs her blood.

Her spirit wanders like smoke,

lingering, touching, then gone,

never bound yet deeply rooted,

in songs and stones, earth and sky.

She is many things,

and she holds them all together—

the hurt, the healing, the loss, the light—

with a soul too big to be tamed,

and a heart that remembers everything.

She, the keeper of thresholds,

stands with one foot in each world,

holding lives, holding deaths,

weaving futures with a strong, steady hand.

She loves Pearl Jam and crystals,

finds beauty in cracked places,

takes the broken parts and makes them whole,

with love like fierce, clear fire

and hands that leave their mark

on everything they touch.