"she watched her daughter wilt like a lily in gasoline, her softness turning brittle and her beauty poisoning itself in a knoose and stool suicide. she shot the fireflies, she shot the sky, she shot the water and she shot the books. but as the sun retreated and the night fell, she shot the darkness in an attempt to regain her light. flashes. flickers. artificial heat. miserable in a coiled world of confusion, she watched her daughter fade with selfish intentions."
