Her castle was her home
Until it burned to the ground

Could be arson, they said
But there were no leads

An unbearable loss, she said
But there were no tears

What choice did she have but to move on?

No point in crying
No point in stalling
No point in mourning
Over what remained of her former home

Nothing but ashes

No dusty shelves
No worn out furniture
No cracked panes over forced smiles

No tattered clothes or
Shattered plates or
Dented plaster on every wall

No scattered matches atop the nightstand

No blood-soaked body on the bathroom floor

Nothing left
But ashes