LIGHT; radiance & illumination
She lives in a world of lights.
They radiate around her, searing red hot behind her eyelids, burning her skin, showcasing her in their glow.
Her life is lived in light.
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SPOTLIGHTS;
She rises onto a platform of beauty and pressure, into an arena of millions, bathed in a single SPOTLIGHT.
She sits on the shining leather bench, the piano luminous and white in front of her.
Her face glows in the brilliance,
and she's not vulnerable.
She is strong in the s p o t l i g h t s,
in the one place she's not able to hide.
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CITY LIGHTS;
She lives in a world of silver and gold.
She lives in a town of tinsel and sparkle.
She lives in the ultimate city of light.
The Hollywood Hills shine brightly on the crown of her head through the limo windows,
incandescent.
She lives in a city where lights flash and screams are bright.
Home is a city of flashbulbs.
The lights disorient her;
here in these deep city lights
girl could get l o s t tonight.
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RED LIGHTS;
Her life moves quickly.
She's done more in her near seventeen years than most do in a lifetime.
More than some would do in a hundred lifetimes.
So, she moves along at lightyears.
She moves, she moves,
she runs,
she runs,
and....
she stops.
She feels herself jerk to a standstill,
a standstill at the RED LIGHTS.
She feels her tense limbs longing to burst free and run,
and yet she sits.
waiting at the red lights.
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NIGHT LIGHT;
She is still a child, with a night light plugged into her wall.
It casts a luminescent glow across her bed and walls, playing shadow games before her closed eyes.
It shelters her in dreams when she runs and plays in the green fields,
when his hands run through her hair, and her sun kissed cheeks shine red in the light.
Her night light protects her from the dark and the memories of darkness;
the memories of her months of
black
hair,
hair without the colors of light.
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FRIDAY NIGHT LIGHTS;
She is different...
OBVIOUSLY.
The FRIDAY NIGHT LIGHTS that shine on her are hundreds of those spotlight beams, flashy and screaming out glamor.
The l i g h t s that illuminate her blink her name, highlight the faces of a crowd she knows he's not in, a crowd she knows he'll never be in.
She has these lights,
she has them with a snap of her fingers.
But the lights she really wishes for?
She wishes for the Friday NIGHT Lights of a nameless high school football field, shining down on two teams of average, normal teenagers, basking in their one moment. She wants to be the one cheering in the stands, tucked into a mass of teenage who have no idea who she is. She yearns to be happily ignorant in those stands, to turn and glance next to her and see him standing there, eyes alight, cheering as though nobody's watching.
She wants to be in those stands and see him turn to her, carefree, and wrap her in his arms.
She dreams of his kiss, blissful under the FRIDAY NIGHT LIGHTS that she knows she'll
never
have.
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STARLIGHT;
And yet, she doesn't need light.
She will never need light,
because she shines brighter than
anyone else.
She lives in a city of light,
but she is
her
own
light source.
She is the s t a r l i g h t.
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Her life is lived in light.