Burn the girl
Burn the girl
Burn the girl
Burn the girl
Burn her
But she'll birth a
woman before she
chars,
explosion of fury
before her light
goes,
go ahead & watch her die;
but make sure your legs
work
because when she's reborn
you'll have to
run
from this monster
that the fire
returned.
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.
