portrait of a lady on fire
She likes to set fires; she doesn't wait for sparks
Bridges: aflame, passions: ablaze, barns: burning
She loves the flames's brilliance; she's scared of the dark
She's scared of the way the earth can't stop turning
Her chest is a war zone her heart just won't leave
Her ribs are sideways toy soldiers
Her mouth is dry with her own fire's heat
She can feel her lungs start to smolder
She forgets how to love, but she knows this is wrong
She knows the sunset shouldn't feel like an ending
But the sun has gone out, and the night is too long
The dark is engulfing, the moon is ascending
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