The sound of the match,
The ignition of the lighter.
It ignites a fire inside her.
The flame.
It gives birth.
It takes life.
It sways from the left to right.
It lights up the night.
It gives warmth.
It takes heat.
It's a pain,
Flames infect her membrane.
“Burn ****, **** society”
She burns what she cannot tame.
She burns what they call “lame”
She raised an army of flames,
That rose up due to the hatred in her brain
And her veins.
The fire can burn up all.
Except the lonely pain.