There Was A Girl

I felt myself drifting flying soaring All eyes on me, my mask adhered, my smile plastered, on plastic face. What’s this feeling? drifting’ flying soaring a bit too high. Love is masked too with plastic friends. I’m an object. realization: drifting falling dropping down down down… Darkness is all. Quiet is now. ripped off my mask, smile came unglued, tears came plunging down down down… Shadows arise, attack the weak. Cuts now appear. Imaginary foes tear it all up: burning flaring blazing Watched it unfurl, she was a girl, she played with fire, took her desire, threw it aside, felt her heart die, she was fading, and was nothing.