26 Fire
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She stares the woodchips. Lighter in hand
She was supposed to be heading to school but
As she aims at the fire, in the middle of the night.
In her mind life has no meaning anymore
It’s gray
She sees everything in black and white
No light but gasoline soaking her hands
She stares down in a daze but feels
No pain at all
Everything seems numb, for the moment
And for the day.
Black and gray
Numb to the pain
She can’t look at the fire
Without thinking about her loss and the pain that succumbs her.