beep, beep
it takes every fiber to rise
the tea,
the first thing she’ll absorb in days.
but it’s exorbitantly scalding.
the one thing she has left races from her very fingertips
she can't keep a grasp on anything.
icy tiles demolish what once was
she gasps
brisk fluids blanket bare feet
the first touch she's endured in months
gone is the conflagration that once consumed her
a cold nonentity remains
will anything ever burn again?

she takes another sip