The fire
consumed
all of me
alive
charred skin &
burnt eyes
maybe you should remember
this grotesque
creature you've made
next time you lie.
Let the embers
continue their
slow burn
as my skin
blackens & my nails
fall from this
once beautiful body,
mourn the memory
of the doormat girl
you so loved me being.
Out of the ashes
crawls the remnant
of the spine
I had no idea existed.
A pregnant pause
while I apply gauze
to all these bones
this heart
this soul
you tore apart
with those sharp
fire-clad claws.
YOU ARE READING
The Empress Rises
PoetryYou broke me before you even knew what it meant to break, stood back & watched me go up in flames. Don't mourn for long; you'll need your legs when I rise from the devastation you laid.
