liquid fire spilling gently from a log
to heat her quickly, cool her slowly
to make her crystalline
spinning and spinning and spinning and spinning, she can’t pinpoint the feeling
a column of light
to shatter her connection to herself
to make her stop thinking so much
moving with momentum that strips the flesh from the bone, it will rearrange each and every part
she holds envy of the ember that kills her
burning a pit where she stands idly
wearing a hole in her shape that you won’t acknowledge
it’s only temporary, only temporary