if you got the key

by, Cassandra

Stop. Stop. Don't let the fire die. You're everything that's made to shine. I'll show you how to set the scene. You hold your head up high and don't hesitate to meet their eyes. They wish they could own a room the way you do. You got the light, so let it burn bright. Don't hide behind their wrongs and rights. You've got the night, so dance until the end of time. Stare them down and leave your mark. Perfection doesn't leave a scar, so shed a tear and break a heart, but never lose a work of art. ("selfishness," she says to me as she lays shattered on the dirty ground.)