watch the ball of fire
slowly trickle into the rubble
as the young lady’s
smile turns upside down
her crystals lay so peacefully
upon her cauldron shelf
the book in which her spells lay
is magic like the stars
the candles are dancing with fire
around the a big book
watch the ball of fire
fly above the rubble
spitting fireworks
into smoke
and her frown into a smile

her bare toes touch the
wet grass,
the bottoms of her feet
now covered in mud
her feet are the garden
growing fresh movements
her mind is the water
nourishing the herbs

you yell at the moon for your anger,
but this time I am the moon

my silk tears slide down my raw face
for you're the one who birthed them

you ask me how I feel,
and I want to tell you that my lungs ache
but I just smile and walk away
from those maple toned eyes

the jacket curls around me
like your arms used to

the soap layers my body,
as I wash away the memories from you