A girl-sized heart Featuring Diya Naidu

To know this girl, is to have you life dented in the place where she walked right into it. Five feet nothing of so many things. Storms, bear hugs, sweetness, tough teacher, a forest fire, laughs and the only Patron saint for miles who gives a shit about you. Sometimes she is a witch cat. Quartz of eye, she sees hope in the dark. Sometimes she is a lizard. Lurking in wait and then darting in less than a blink of an eye. Sometimes she is a languid morning sunbeam. Falling, dropping, weightless. Sometimes she is a stomped foot - heavy, decisive. Sometimes, she is a snake. Gliding, silky, fierce, ready to strike. Sometimes, she was a feeling, a light in someone's eyes. Sometimes she is a flame, moving in scalding mystery. She shed them, she picked them, transforming and transmogrifying at will. But always a dancing heart, between every inhale and exhale.