The spark of life has blown her away.
Live because she was born to live. 
Exist because she was created to exist. 
Death come slowly, take your time. 
Waiting here with stiff skin and broken hair. 
Energy patterns like multicolored lights.
Last night's dream of a dead puppy,
blood oozing from its neck. 
The path of needles or the path of pins?
She felt its death so vivid there within her palms.
Paranoia with relaxation,
hatred with love. 
Wielding inertia. Civilized to savagery.   
Questions preferred without answers. 
A moment's thought.
That is gone,
vanished. 
Forgotten. Remembered. Forgotten.
Subconscious effect of awakening.