the elements of nature (in the works)

seraphina johnson

she wakes up,
again in a cold sweat.
a mirror in her room
reads in red, "4:55AM".
her heart beats and beats
as the night's essence seems
to roar within her.
the room suddenly black,
swirls of vicious green occur.
a single blaze is present.
she walks to it.
as she reaches for it,
the room ignites into flames.
she stands there infatuated
in her own pain, crying.
she is left with
no thought of what to do.
then the room slowly begins to fade.
noises arise louder and louder.
she wakes up, panting

"s e r a p h i n a"
"you know you fucked up."
"why won't you just admit it?"