She was a wildfire
the girl with the glass skin
people have always talked about
‘wearing your heart on your sleeve’
but you could actually see her’s beating
carrying her deepest thoughts
through the highways of veins
in her forearms and her fingers
she could flatten a city with a bad mood
but she could also plant a forest with her smile
make the trees grow into old men
using nothing but the smallest hint of her kindness
giving life to the tiniest acorn
and the most beautiful flowers
as she raged
burning
through everything that sought to tame her.
