the sun was beginning to come up
the moon had already bid goodbye
she stood there in awe
admiring the christmas lights
spreading around the corners of her room
she didn't have the heart to turn them off
so instead the girl
fell to her doom
wanting to shine bright like the
multicolored lighting
she refused to keep on fighting
with her own self
leaving a note that said
merry christmas
she put a bow on her head
stranded yards of lights
around her porcelain neck
even after she took the last breath
she shined beautifully
it was a tragic death
but
the lights stayed on in her heart
until someone yanked the cord from the outlet
creating an electric spark
fire in her veins
water flooding out her eyes
it was a shame that not even
an ocean of tears could put out
the wild fire that had to eventually start
