Silvia likes walking the edge of the line,
balancing between the realms without a fall,
winds pull her in the way which she wants,
loves the rain and recently danced at a blood-ball.
She’s always been an odd one/fifth sibling,
her parents taught her you must ‘work hard’,
supported by love in all of her adventuring,
the coconut falls from the tree finely scarred.
She sometimes thinks thoughts without the hurt,
flowing from a deep dark idea cavern in the belfry,
pushing needles through Garcia welcoming the pain,
pleasure blends into one mind-pen flow of ecstasy.