The Falling

For now;

she clashes with everyday life
and with every moment, she falls
into the realms of her nightmares.

Distinguishing between day and night,
is now more like trying to figure out
whether she should take a deep
breath amidst a fire.

The rage
is rubbing her the wrong way;
the heat is kneading her.

The scent of burning fur
infuriates her soul,
while paralyzing the life left
within her.