Fire
She is made of fire
Smoke runs in her veins
Her heart is a kiln
Fire flows in her arteries
Her lungs are filled with oil
The Flame can never die out
Her smile can haunt you
Her teeth are bone white
They are sharp like a knife
They can eat your heart out
Her eyes bore into your soul
They are as black as fresh coal
No lids, to shut in the darkness
Her hair is Brown like firewood
The edges Frey like branches
Glowing under the suns flame
Her lips are carved from trees
They are painted with poison
Her breath is scented of berries
Her nose is an active volcano
Lava spills like blood from it
Promising death in its wake
Her ears are such fine art
The are delicate like flowers
They catch in the wind and lean
Into the direction of the flame
They were never appreciated
So the were the ones blamed
Her face is beautiful like glass
A perfectly form little frame
Her body is long and thin
Easily broken easily smashed
She is made of an old mold
The pottery never finished
She spends so much time
Trying to fight the fire she
Can never protect her body
Life tries to cut her at every turn
Tries to break her so far down
But she is so perfectly wrong
Not one crack on the surface
No one can see the fire within
No one can see the war inside
No one can help her
She won't let them in
She cries herself to sleep but
The tears evaporate in the air
The fire grows with every day
Her head is so filled with smoke
There is no saving her
