Chaos consumes her mind like a whipping wildfire.
Burning brisk and tranquil.
If coastal waves were made of flames, rising and falling religiously.
Sedated.
Sharp sand between her toes, waiting to be casually swept off her feet.
Hypnotized by the blinding flare of red, yellow and orange.
Bloodstained warmth sinking its teeth into her pale, guilty skin.
Drowning her conscious in pseudo, God-light.
Convincing herself that the shivering heat rising up her spine is from a frigid gust of nonexistent wind.
She smothers her ego with darling delusions and daydreams of security, self confidence and discipline.
Her mask painted with radiance and compassion.
Underneath, nothing but a numb nuance.
