Blue Fire

Blue Fire

Her posture sitting down made her look smaller than usual. Almost curled between big nylon pillows, her head was slanted, eyes not gazing at anything in particular. She roamed the quiet empty space in her blank mind. How long has it been? She can’t seem to recall much. She flexes her tiny fingers to realize the firm hold on her Rosary beads. She moved her hands, eyes fixated on a dimension unknown. Her palms traced the length of the beads. The sensitive tips of her fingers distinguished the curves and the engravings on each tiny rock.

She was looking for it. Although she knows where it is by heart, she kept the thrill of anticipating the feel. Perfectly rounded, it remained. Moving her fingers all around it, consuming her blank thoughts with the protruding carvings. Tracing her pinky nail in between the curvy maze. Drawing, once again, the perfected image of the Azure red-lined bead.

She trailed the fiery red line one last time. Depicting that heart like shape, again. She closed her eyes that now looked down at the Rosary at hand. Crumbling it with a tight fist, she brought it close to her sniffing nose… A long inhale.

- Lyra…!

Her name whispered by a distant figure. Her eyes slowly opened to the florescent light reflecting over her metallic gaze.
- It’s time..-- Sighing, she lays back into the puffy, now cold, nylon pillows.

- This will only sting for a bit

She always hated needles. Although told to relax and breathe, her grip tightened over the Rosary. Knowing well that in a few moments the feel will disappear. But… it’s ok. After all, the next time her eyes open, she can see the blue fire once again.