It’s Thursday night
and she sits in the corner of her room
eating skittles and
watching the sun
fade behind the trees.
Painting her nails
a grayish-purple –
crowning each tip with glitter,
she wonders if life gets any better
than this moment?
Can it be any
less complex?
She feels that the
end must be near,
but here in this moment,
she is not afraid;
only anxious for it
to come to pass.