Quietly, she sat in her own space on the verge of risky behaviour 

The great debate of bolting towards adventure or staying idle 

On the tip of her tongue was the sweet taste of temptation 

She bit down hard, blood raced to the surface like crimson flavored depression 

A newfound revelation struck

Nothing was between her and escaping this fate, she was after all alone in this world, believe me when I say not a soul would miss her

She felt mocked by the stars as they gathered together, making love in sweet harmony

Snow fell to her feet, covering the uneven steps, of which she sat waiting for a miracle

Lost in isolation her fears made the choice her indecisive heart couldn’t 

She’d linger in the absence of love once again 

Avoiding the urge to run tonight, she took one last longing stare towards the road and sighed, losing hope as the door shut tight behind her.