One long night

she lay on her bed,

fake energy rushing through her brain

keeping legs jittering,

fingers tapping

she looked back and saw her.

The girl with purple hair

and golden nails

who walked

every day with a purpose.

Lolly pops, sunsets,

songs she wrote herself.

The curios one who had her life in together,

a clutter free room,

and a straight path to her goals.

Looking around she saw

a girl,

with a lighter hanging

from her grip,

blinds shutting out the sunlight,

frozen memories stuck

around her with leering faces.

A desk overflowing

with gum wrappers,

music oozing

wringing

her creativity out of her,

thick clouds of perfume to hide

the stench of a decaying soul.