They tried to burn her
Forced her to drink fiery potions
Made entirely of their spite
Against her will
She swallowed it
But her enemies were surprised
And angered
When it did not burn her
Instead
It seeped out through her skin
Rosy pink upon her cheeks
It appeared like a combustible spark
In her eyes
It turned her pale lips
The colour of poppies
It warmed her cold hands
Compassion radiated from her
As she reached out to her tormentors
The fire flowed
Through every strand of her hair
Igniting it to fiery hues
And they
Enraged at her failure to die
Or in the very least feel the pain they inflicted
Placed more flames
Inside her
Outside her
On her skin and her hair
All over her body
They set her ablaze
Like a witch at the stake
With no faults to her name
They burned her until
They were sure she would scream
And turn to ashes on a funeral pyre
But still
She would not burn
Instead
She merely glowed brighter
And smiled warmly at them
Lighting their darkness
Warming their frigidly cold souls
Confusing and perplexing them
As they failed to comprehend
Her fire within
About the Creator
A. R. Ambrosi
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I started writing as a child because I ran out of stuff to read. So, I only write stuff that I like. If you like it too, awesome! Enjoy! ^_^
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