She stood
Facing away from the fire
We all watch and wondered
Why her words would never
Wonder away

Away from the flames
That smoldered and smoked
Away from the hands
That fed her
Freakish fears
That were feverishly false
Yet fermented like the rotten fruit
Of forgotten trees

She liked the guck
That fell to the ground
And gazing at the colorful leaves
Reminded her
That we all belong
To the cycles of nature