Seeing Red

So slippery she walks
into the fire
but she has seen enough
to grip heaven with clumsy hands

"I don't want to go there," she whispered with lavender lips.
"I just want to sleep forever"

Sulking by the frosted windowpane;
everything is frail; so untouchable

She'll never have skin to dream





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