She wants to get real.

Her thirst is a mirror,

reflecting a parched soul

to blind eyes; the more she

confesses, the more she

recognizes her hollowness.

Only Light can fill her now –

energy in rainbow-rays,

illumination to reveal

depravity. And seeing,

she knows that

she has been a dark

and empty thing,

a plastic flower

with no hope of fragrance.

So now,

at last,

she wants to get real.