The crumpled paper shook slightly like a trembling leaf about to fall. She took a breath, it caught in her throat, then she began.
“Paper lighthouses are taking over my life. The light burning with indifference as my heart burns. My soul on fire. Cry, cry electric heat. Radiate from my neck, down my spine and to the arches of my feet and make me dance. Don’t forgive. Don’t forget.”