Alana.

Fairy in the tangerine jacket.

The glitter queen I knew is gone.

Who is this girl with the sad eyes and quivering voice? 

Your light used to shine so bright, the glimmer in your eye blinding me.  

Your bright is so dim these days.

What did he do to you?

His fists cracking the surface letting the sun out. 

The pipes to your lips, empty pill bottles on the bedside table. 

Beautiful being, you will be okay again. 

Your Phoenix rising from the ashes.

You will rise.

Rise.

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