By the Blaze
The Reticent Writer/
Gina Fornataro Mosher
©️2022

When all has ended.
When all has gone.
Burn that *****!

You know the one.

Her evil exposed.
Her evil undone.
All memory faded.
By the blaze is the rub.

Her smoke for the three.
Her ash for them see?
Their trauma is smudge.
By the blaze is the rub.

From the one that was used.
From the youngest, are you.
The one unprotected.
The one you have bruised.

A faction of vipers.
Of sickness, insane.
You would not imagine the evil they lay.
Through smiles and grooming their base reflects through.

The youngest now older
Will say this for you.

Goodbye to the den.
Goodbye to its mirrors.
Goodbye says the youngest.
Goodbye to its air.

As the fire is started.
In more than the thing.
Her spirit unchained,
the trauma now clean.

No more says the youngest.
No more is her name.
No chaff in her spirit is left for this thing.

By the blaze is the rub.
The rub is now clean.













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