Fire is how she goes: burning
from within, flames
in the palm of her hands—
the world turned to ashes.
She wanted to know if petals can turn into gems;
she sought alchemy for alchemy’s sake.
There was no need for friction: burning
from within, flames
everything she holds turns into flame—
the world and all within.
It was marvellous, she was beautiful;
I watched from afar her eyes unfocused
The alchemy was she herself, her very being
She was the fire that had to keep burning.
