Nightmare?

She perches on a bridge, arms stretched high,
Ignoring the murmurings of passers by.
She leaps into space, as if she can fly,
And she falls.

She dives down deep into the blue sea,
She swims deeper, though burning her lungs may be.
Down and down she swims, gliding smooth and free,
And she drowns.

She lights a burning pyre, and the flames touch the sky,
She watches the smoke, spiralling up on high.
She steps up onto the fuel, brittle and dry,
And she burns.

She murmurs and rustles in her heavy sleep,
A scarred arm slides out under the white sheet.
In her mind are skys, flames, and water deep,
And she dreams.