Apr 02, 2007 23:27
The frozen embers fall and burn her flesh, but it's much less harsh than the pain she has to endure on a daily basis.
Turning around and around, her sundress swirls daintily around her frail frame.
Spare her the life she shouldn't have, bless her with the one she needs.
So many turn their backs on her in her time of need. No worries. She twirls to keep the pain from mixing with her blood.
She twirls. She twirls.
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