Because Sometimes, a Girl Needs To Have Some Fun

This Very Moment

She sits on the edge of silence,
that the breeze may kiss her skin.
The afternoon lets in leftover rays of sunshine,
like a dark afterthought,
illuminating the outside.
The rotted window brings her a vision.
Her beating heart is heavy,
as warm nostalgia runs cold through her veins.
She can see nothing but green,
and drops of blood,
its fragrant petals
beckoning her to stay.
Deep red are the eyes of reflection,
and sinking, yet floating, it remains to be explained...
its beauty too complex to comprehend.

Fireplay