Firework

“I want to be a firework,”
She said as she chewed her
Already short nails and
Ran her hands through
Her dirty hair.
She wrapped her skinny arms
Around herself and thought
Disgusting.

“A green one,”
She added blinking
Her green eyes,
Momentarily obscuring
The only beautiful thing
About her.

It wasn’t even
Cold, but her
Whole body shook with
Physical weakness and fear.
She inhaled
The night air and
Became intoxicated on
It’s Blue scent until
She spun, looking upwards and
Falling down.

“A firework.”