Delilah Ch. 1 The girl sort of stumbled into the diner. Her crimson-colored hair was tangled and she gave a wild-eyed stare at the hostess, who was trying not to make eye contact. Why did the crazies have to come in on her shift? If it wasn’t a smelly homeless man, it was a cracked-out person, just like the girl appeared to be. “What year is it?” She blurted, not making eye contact. She was taking in all of the people chatting merrily and the smells of bacon and eggs frying; desperately trying to figure out where she was. The diner was in an obscure, out of town location, only those who were “just passing by” ever stopped in. It was actually nice sometimes, but having regulars usually meant better tips.
Flame DanceI taste the fireOf a thousand sunsDevouring each one wholeFilled with flamesThat scorch my heartI tell myself that I am strongerPerhaps I will cause the worldTo go darkHave each one fallInto the darknessInto the black that was my heartFor now what beats in my chestIs lightIgnited with flamesThat dance merrilyFueling my lifeI am brightLike the phoenix from the ashesFlying towards the light