Perched upon a stone wall ledge,
sits a lion cat, fur sharp and edged.
Arms reach up and fingers flick,
sunbeams sigh, caress and lick.
Eyes half hidden and mirror bright,
takes in the day as it settles to night.
Serpent of velvet, satin and silk,
languid is it's strangulation of the daystay's ilk.
Dancing wisps, graceful and free,
slip from satin scales, sparkling with glee.
Eyes ringed black, heavy and thick,
streak down tawny cheeks as tears fall quick.



"Clarity, huh?" a shuttering breath, lighter pulled out, spark flash, a silhouette blooms. Flickering and lithe, kissing the cigarette held betwixt broken glass claws. She takes a drag, snuffing out the life as her thumb moves off. "Who needs it?"



All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.
- Edgar Allan Poe