Girl Walking

She had a heart
of glass
inside it burned
the smallest
flame and

around that
flame orbited
a caravan of
dark things;

dogs without
eyes and

newborn babies
with teeth or

girls just walking
walking.

She walked along the
promenades and
lips
of beautiful places
as though
she
didn't guide
herself -

eyes always on
another
dark horizon.

And her eyes were
the colour of
milk.