She burns so beautiful,

The fire she started.

I knew what I was doing;

Fanning her fury. And yet my hands

Shaking

Out of fear or lust, I’m not sure.

Her life, faux luxury

Her truth coated in ash.

She was used for her beauty, and, though it became a beast…

She liked it.

That feeling.

Validation.

Entranced by the flame,

She forgot the silencer

And her light was lost.

Smoke is all that’s left

Embers of her self worth

Walking to the water

She looks

At her hand

That was fanning the flame.

Rooibos tea is recommended for this poem. This smokey sweet tea reflects some of the flames and fire bathing in this poem.