Let her light create shadows,
and her shadows create clarity.
Her gaze cast to the skies,
She wonders "Is there Heaven and Hell?"
Sky drenched in fire,
She smiles.
Her breath is shallow, but just enough to keep her heart beating.
Not much makes her heart beat anymore nowadays...
But sometimes when her heart stops it is more exciting than the pounding of its beat.
She decides to make today a productive one,
In her own way,
That many would argue is far from productive.
Caressing her face,
Her hair dances with the slight breeze.
She fabricates the next story she will write,
A hopeful fiction,
Laced with lust and love under pale moonlight.
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