burn-out-the-night

she slept through a car crash that almost killed her. through whitewhite walls, and dreams where her lover dies. nobody thought she'd make it, but she woke up a few months later with flowers in her hair and ash in her airway; trying to remember how to start all over, but forgetting to remember how to live. fall slipped from her open eyes and winter crawled in for a long hibernation of not-quite-cold-enough-for-snow. to her the clouds looked sick and pale like they might let everything inside them out, but she opened up wide instead, spilling blood where there was none to be spilled. her heart slipped down the street and with unsteady ha