She was strangely optimistic in the sense that she saw the good to the very bad
It was a peculiar kind of good
The kind where you almost die
But you didn't
Or something terrible happens
But thank God you weren't involved
Or even if you were involved
At least you learned something from it
This twisted sense of optimism
Was almost enticing
Like smoke on a red stained lip
Or spilt wine on a pale-fleshed breast
It was waking
A douse of cold water
And a shout hello
Because it was startlingly true
Shockingly harsh
But it was life
And so was she