I had given up

on a place like Heaven

when I realized

that I was mistakenly placed

into the confines of Hell

and that my only savior--

the all powerful,

all giving,

and all merciful--

was a beautiful lie

at sunset

I can finally breathe

when I feel the colors of the sky

pour into the

dark, emptiness of my mind

she did not aim

to reach stars;

she aimed to escape

the ground

and to touch the sky

she was drenched in darkness

so much so

that when the scarce source of light

shined upon her

she basked in its beauty

no one believed her

until she screamed

in agony

that she would gladly

trade Hells

with the Devil

she gravitated toward knowledge

much like

the moth to a flame,

and the flame that knowledge was,

it burned her