Black Licorice

All the times
she'd said no
to a bright summer's morning
spun through her head

There will be many more
she'd thought
and now the words echoed
through her mind and bounced
against her skull,
spinning out
into the dark expanse
beneath her feet

As she sat there
all the faces she'd rejected
passed by her mind
and nodded goodbye
and she wondered, she wondered who they'd
been or were

And then she looked before
her and she saw the swirling mist
that was her existence
flip and spin before her eyes
it was her universe
her stars, her milky way -
it was only beginning to form.
She watched as the mist turned
to pink, blue and orange.
It's beautiful she thought

and then it faded
dissappearing into the
darkness surrounding her.