She walks through the flames, they flicker and spark as they dance around her skin
She used to scream, she used to scream from bottom of the flames, for love, for hope, for help
The colors dance to their own beat, her screams were their lyrics and the running of her feet were the drums
The drums have slowed and the lyrics have died out but still they dance
Her breaths can be heard through the wall of flames
Tiny little things they are
Her voice use to fill the room with such joy
Her feet use to dance, run, and leap
Her eyes were filled with such wonder
Her smile, her smile gave the people around her the urge to smile with her
They gave people hope that everything was going to be ok
Even through the tough times, she smiled
She smiled for others' sakes
She smiled because it was her lie
Her lie that everything was going to be ok
Her lie that if she kept on smiling everything would get better
Even though the knives won the battle
Even after the bottle full of pills kept on taunting
She smiled
Though her voice was silent in the brightness of the flames
She smiled
Though her feet stopped dancing
She smiled
Though the fire dances around her skin
She smiled
Soon her smiles turned to laughs
Small at first, soft little puffs of air grew to giggles
Her eyes filled with wonder once again
The flames started dying
Her feet started dancing
The flames died to little embers of smoke
Her voice filled the rooms once again with joy
She looked down at the smoky embers, glowing even in the well-lit room
"I'm free."