Flowerpot

Drabble: 33

As she took a puff and her eyes closed, lashes entwining like the teeth of a predator, embers lightening bright against a dark blackdrop, burning with the strength of decay and then decaying in her sigh of melancholy and death, and then again.

The twinkle of pain filled stars singing in chorus to the pain of a lonely girl, whose glimmer dies a bit more each time she sighs.