Between cracked and damp wood,
Rays of white give off warmth
And dance across the skin –
Not out of purpose or obligation. They just do.
The molecules bounce across each other
And sink into their space,
Unknowingly giving life to the girl that lays within.
It's a meager life, but a life nonetheless.
She lays there, welcoming the rays,
Drinking them and letting them sit in her stomach
And that's all.
They sit and rot, a waste of energy.
As the sun goes away
She listens to the night sounds
And stares at the moon and stars overhead.
They are beautiful...
"I wonder if I am beautiful," she thinks.
Entranced, she lifts her fingers and traces the image that lies above her,
Glowing through the panels of dark wood.
Moonbeams still tickling the ends of her fingers,
She turns away to the earth.
