Isn’t there some way to change what
We’ve already said?
Isn’t there a chance to fix
What we’ve burnt to ash?
A charred hole lies in the center of
Her chest
A cannon of once great ambition
Of enough confidence to fly
Her metropolis
Once so spacious and bustling
Has shrunk
And somehow
It begins to rain
She smiles
How?
They all ask
Pleading
She was destined to burn out
But she’d always known that
Pointed teeth
Sharp nails
She could have been grace
Or beauty
But she was only a match
And she started an inferno
(She knew she wouldn’t last
But it was all worth it)