A flame reached for her dress
Hoping to swallow her whole in less
Than the time it took her to
Heal herself amidst the mess.
She began to burn along the hems
Of cloth that promise to protect
But she had learned from all her faults
Of trusting a soul not hers to call.
And so she hid an armor that cloned
Her heart, to guard her body from all
The fiber could not ward off alone
She is on fire but ashes, stillborn.
So all she did was glow a shade
Brighter than what the flames could make
With stronger bones and fiery glares
Her heart has saved her body from flares.
- Rati
