In Every Death, I Will Find You

She admires the evening sky; the streaking purple, orange, pink, red clouds that seem to wrap around the world like wispy cotton candy, the sun as it quivers over the city buildings, and the luminescent pinkish moon as it rears its head over the city. They encapsulate her. The orange glow of the setting sun pierces her scarlet eyes until they water. When the tears evaporate from her pale, burning cheeks, she slinks back into the cool shade…