For such a blank mind,
Hers ran for days.
She couldn’t recall the day but she could recite the events of the past like the veins that ran through her hands.
Each blue vessel a story for the red that flowed,
And as the night came to a close she said to the world “the whiskey flows like the rivers rapids roar. My body is bare but my soul is weighted by the ticking of the time. My body’s scars tell the story of weakness and strength in a girl far from completion. There is a certain substance only I control.”
A calm came down from the sky and trickled down her face as each recollection poured from her skin.
The faces turned to pixels,
The regret turned to forgiveness,
And it all washed away in the depths of the atmospheres grin.  
Freedom came defined in a world that stood still.
Arms opened wide,
She ascended into the rising sun.

(C) Tiffanie Doro