the burn was slow
hungrily lapping up the supports
and tearing down the memories
ingrained within

inside it’s embers
was a woman who lashed
at all attempts to save
so they left

and she stayed
ages passed and the burn remained
leaving all who came through
scorched

an eon passed
the flames dimmed and sputtered
nothing was left to burn
except her

so she stood
looking amongst her actions
stumbling out to rebuild again
and she wept

progress was made
all floors replaced, all doorways refit
everything as it was, but different
she was alone

without her rage
she was cold and empty
tired and harmless
and reached out again