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 “jus
I taste the fire
Of a thousand suns
Devouring each one whole
Filled with flames
That scorch my heart
I tell myself that I am stronger
Perhaps I will cause the world
To go dark
Have each one fall
Into the darkness
Into the black that was my heart
For now what beats in my chest
Is light
Ignited with flames
That dance merrily
Fueling my life
I am bright
Like the phoenix from the ashes
Flying towards the light