She is nestled perfectly in the white sheets,
Tranquility covered her gently.
The fire crackles furiously, engulfing and
submerging the sky in its doomed black wrath.
Her undisturbed state meticulously crafted,
an oasis of serenity unfolded on her bed.
The harsh ballistic navy waves ram into her,
daunting and threatening to wake her.
Regardless, she is stationary, immobile,
Her better judgement rocks her impatiently,
Desperately attempting to save her.
The longer she rests, the deeper her toes dip
Into the mass of jeopardy surrounding her.
The fumes quicken towards her,
Taking advantage of her frozen vulnerability.
Perfectly positioned and pretty,
Her mind is occupied by the relaxation settling in her bones, solidifying her to her bed.
The fumes rush towards the fragile girl,
Growing around her mold of relaxation.
With one swift movement,
The fumes inhabit her safe haven,
Bursting the white walls she had created against the world.
Effortlessly, the fumes invade her body,
Finding a perfect spot on her throat and viciously implanting their pollution into her.
Succeeding fatally,
The world sees the pure white jubilation leave the girl's frail lifeless body.
