MMXII

Location

The smoke lighting up the distance

Danced from the corner of the room

Soft, warm, deathly.

In this moment the harsh darkness

Does not matter.

Sinking into the seat as the light

Caresses the shadow.

Bottom of the glass bottle

Running empty, hitting the floor

Cracking, shattering, now just pieces

That can't be put back together.

Smoke dissapearing, the light burnt out

And so did she.

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