The wind is swirling in a glittery haze.
She avoids all contact with the world.
She doesn't need anyone but herself,
she tries to make herself believe,
but how can you truly believe something you know in your heart to be false?
People stare at her in horror,
she's an abomination,
that's the truth she sees.
Through it all, she doesn't go home,
she doesn't pull any door shut.
Because how much lower can she go,
before everything turns to ashes?