Shooting star

There she lay,

On a green electric blanket

That no longer worked,

Outside

On a rock

And some gravel

Next to her step dad.

Layers

Of jackets,

Hats,

Boots,

And sweat pants

Covered every part of her

Except

Her face

Which was being

bitten at lightly

by the cold

1 am air

Her,

As her mom called,

Basic blue,

But

She thinks

Are more

Of a grey

Blue,

With a hint of green

Surrounding her pupil ;

That stood out

Like two

Sparkling lakes

Upon her

ghastly

pale skin

that was tinted red at the cheeks

were gazing up.

She eagerly

Waited

Eyes fixed

Upon the midnight blue skyline

That seemed

To make the stars

Twinkle brighter,

Searching

For a

Blazing commit

To pas though

The atmosphere.