Hey, What's Going On?

The sunlight pours in and caresses her skin.

Light, feathery kisses are placed about her and the room.

She hopes it never ends.

But out of the corner of her eye she spies where the sun is fading and the cold shadows slash against her filling the spaces.

The night comes silently and drowns her mind.

She gasps, but also feels pleasure in knowing the dark side and eagerly allows it inside her gated soul.

She senses the power and the escape she's been searching for as it quickly swallows her whole.

What is that thing she becomes when it begins to take hold?

She doesn't even know and doesn't want to know what it looks like from an outside view.

Finally, she spots a shard of remaining light and reaches while it simply dances away from her fingertips, then another set of fingers appear and gently places the sharp shard she's longed for right in her filthy hand.

She's free.