The sunshine girl pulls tight around her shoulders
the blackest cloak, a shroud of darkness,
her body curled in the night.
Eyes open in the dark, memories rush before her.
Days flash by like shadows of a train,
black slides carving time into a series of moments.
Images flicker on a land of wasted breaths.
The sunshine girl can’t sleep alone,
so she lies in wait of one to spark a dancing flame
and frighten the darkness away.