she thought herself invisible.
fire that burned within her breast
was muted by others’ wishes for her.
junes would rise and fall
with her heaving sighs
a secret conflagration held in check
to quell the evil they foretold.
they choose not to see
as she smolders like spent cinders
awaiting, perhaps the finality of ash.
her earth scored in the august suns,
she fears the blaze as she was taught
and so it devours her, though
not with hellfire, but with lies.
and in the kiss of october morns
he, unwisely, and too well,
touches the burning coals within
and does not die, but sees the
woman that hides behind lies
her mother told.
and stoke the fire, he will
even if he is incinerated by them.
it will be a glorious death.
it will be life, and he welcomes