Onyx Black

She hides in the back of the class,

Long hair naturally dark as the night sky,

Black as the deep hours of midnight.

It's all she wears, too.

Black jeans, black shirt, black socks and boots.

Black earrings and onyx on a black string around her neck.

Occasionally, you'll catch her wearing grey,

But that's only when

She hasn't done laundry in three weeks

And her black clothing has run out.

She has a black cat

That lives in her apartment.

Her name is Onyx Black,

And she lives up to it,

A shining gemstone

As dark as her sad, wise eyes.