She loses her cool as if a rock tossed at a glass house,
breaking through the tension of napalm skies,
coming like a villain,
staying like a lifesaver in the hills of California.
Smoke billows through her flared nostrils.
Embers hover under her eyeliner.
When she slips through the door, calmness cascades in waves of dopamine, resting on the hillside.

Dusting off Dreams

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