Sunsets, her favorite.
Tips of her lips defying gravity.
Her slightly crooked smile, with lips parted.
Magical

Her hair is fiery red with tips of orange and pink.
Just like the sunsets
How? Must be magic, the way she bewitches me.
Burning, intoxicating, just like the shine she makes.
Strong, beautiful, amazing, above all just WoW!
The darkness you wouldn’t even guess she has.
The way the thunder rolls across her name,
Beauty in the pain she feels.

Bubbles float from her giggles and personality.
A true sweetheart, golden heart, the little ones follow her.

Used, teary eyed, ear piercing screams, and thoughts of “HOW COULD YOU!!!!!!!”
Her mask of bubbles, and sunsets has turned sour.
Lighting flies from her mouth.
Who is this monster?
Is it me?
Why can’t I stop, PLEASE!!!

Staring in the mirror back at me wasn’t Fairs, sunsets, snowflakes, or bubbles.
No bubbles, just broken glass and screams.
Pooling of crimson, salt, and acid.

Who is this?

Not the Sunset, not anymore.

Whirling tides of tsunamis, earthquakes, eruptions.
Pure magic of chaos, a queen of heartbreak.

Even sunsets can be cruel, and unforgiving.