The Analog Girl

~Influenced by the great song from Rush - The Analog Kid (mainly it's title since this isn't suppose to be about love?)~

The warm air brushes against her skin. Inhaled through her nose and embraced deep within. The spotless sky with it's blazing sun, she open her eyes; the day has just begun. Getting up from a resting place, in the grass footsteps still leaves trace. Raising her arms in angelic form and from this rush, brews a quiet storm...

The wind picks up,
intensifies.
Her silver eyes
red with despise.
Trees are melted
Into ash
Lightening comes
With a flash
Depressed feelings
Suicide dreams
Slit wrist bloody
And painful screams
Collapse in a heap
There's too much pain
This little girl
Won't be the same

A terdrop falls from her lilac eyes while the clouds leave blue clear skies. From broken surrounding the plants are reborn, her salty tears bring flowers adorn. She crawls away under the rubble to rest her head, sleeps no trouble. The night's ending has now unfurled; the many signals of the analog girl.