Revelations in the Night

Still as a stone angel in a forgotten graveyard,

She sat without a single breath escaping her rigid form.

The ache from lack of air was a welcome distraction from the all engulfing flames of her life.

Her makeup was still as perfect as when she put it on, no tears to smudge the edges.

A lit cigarette dangled between her fingers, burning away unnoticed.

Even at her worst moments, feeling lower than the dirt crushed beneath her heels, she could not cry.

She would never permit her body to show such a sign of weakness.

The moonlight streamed in through the window and fell lightly across her face, illuminating the cage in which she found herself trapped.

Free was not a word she knew the meaning of, nor something she would indulge herself in thinking about.

The shimmering of the city outside her window blurred her vision and made the night dance before her eyes.

The world seemed to feel her presence and breathed in her a new life.

She waited until her breathing became even again and then stood up to face her brokenness.