Her gnarled fingers twist in the light of the sun
First encased in guilt
she writhes away from the warmth
Her fingers burn from the heat
cascading off her blade
It clatters to the floor
bursting into flame
scorching a forever mark onto tiled floor
lighter than the scars that dot her skin.
While engulfed in pain
the twisted form begins to feel warmth
wrap around her
She is sheltered in the gaze of the glowing orb
Her body is free to relax
She takes a deep breath
and begins to try again.
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