She was fire

too hot, too smoky

you can't see

you can't breathe

too hard to handle

a fire storm

broiling, boiling

like a pot of water

she was too fiery, feisty

fire was her power

she didn't ask for it

she was born with it

will someone fan out 

the flames she's created? -

be brave, fan out the flames

she can't do it by herself

she's burning her skin


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