She climbed the fire escape onto the empty rooftop
High above the city below her
She lit a cigarette, the wind chilled her delicate skin
Flowed through her long hair

She sat above the bright city lights, looking down
at all the tiny people, tiny cars
All her thoughts falling flat
Her soul felt empty as she stared down, the smoke swirling around her cheek bones and past her finger tips
The lights didn't seem as bright that high up.