This made me think of a girl I once knew.
She was tortured and empty, she had nothing to call her own.
Days and nights slipped past her.
And she never realised that she was wasting away from the inside.
Frozen was her heart and her mind.
One morning she opened her curtains and found a small bird dead her windowsill.
She prodded at its colourful feathers with cautious fingers.
It would not move, no matter how hard she tried, no matter how much she pleaded.
She left the bird in the sun, and made a small promise to the beautiful corpse:
"I will find love for you, and live all that you could not"
She felt a warmth inside, and it spread like wild fire.
Burning through her, the ice inside, it melted away and she was able to breathe.
Inhaling deep she stepped from the window and the sun seemed to follow her.
Her face, it ached, and it twitched uncontrollably.
Her lips parted and her eyes began to water.
A smile broke the frown that she thought was forever plastered.
The fire burned through everything.
And her heart was no longer frozen.
She lived through the day and she dreamt through the night.
All was suddenly beautiful.
She met a young man that stroked her flame.
She found the love she had sworn to find.
When the time came, she, like the bird, died.
She left a corpse, beautiful and warm.
She taught another to live and to burn.
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