You mistook her silence as fear,
That was your first mistake.
As you slithered up to her she could taste the cheap cologne in her mouth
Sticking to the back of her throat like jagged glass

You mistook her politeness as eagerness
Expertly trapping her between your body and the wall
She felt the room get hotter with every heavy breath you took
Her head turned to face the floor

She is not here for your amusement
How dare you make such assumptions on her space
Her spark is a joke to you, easily put out whenever you want

But when you mix a spark with enough fear
With anger so strong you can feel it ripple
Her forest fire spark will burn cities searching for you
To make you understand
This girl spits gasoline and will not be put out anymore