She lies on her bed, stares at the ceiling, Emotions numb, devoid of feeling, Dust motes dance in a stray sunbeam, A last kiss from the golden gleam.
Shadows are forming, demons, reaching out, Voyeurs of the secret, Whispered screams, a silent shout.
Serene and corpse like, on a tranquil sea, Breathing in energy, to set herself free,
The walls revolve slowly, A wormhole in space, Humming a rhythm, Revolutions gather pace.
Clouds of butterflies, Rise from her breast, Sweet anticipation, Holds no protest.
Dark matter, photons, invade every pore, They surf in the blood stream, flow to the core.
Pure energy, Prana, Will carry her there, With half closed eyes, She will rise in the air.
A tornado surrounds her, as she is re-born, Suspended, ecstatic, in the eye of the storm.
A reward has been given, A medal of honour, For fighting a war, The one that broke her.
See how she smiles, forgive her temptation, A gift earned with blood, Levitation.