Girl on Fire

She walks on embers, but she doesn’t burn. Inside, she is cold. The one thought she had was to escape, but they stopped her with hot words and heated glares. Now, her room is a furnace and the air is filled with sparks. Her heart seizes after every beat, a neat little silence that fills the air for the briefest of moments. Her breath puffs out in front of her nose, an icy exhale melting into steam.

They cage her like they’re afraid. She shakes and trembles and bares her teeth when they approach. The coals under her feet want to ignite the air, but hiss as she shifts over them. The entrapped girl can only pace, as frost turns to sweat on her temples. ‘Make her like us,’ one had said, unerring, as they observed her. ‘She does not have fire. She will break.’ They pushed her with spears of red iron, prodded her sides until they withdrew their chilled weapons.

The girl of ice was thawing. Her breath was no longer visible, and her palms were hot. The air clutched at her throat, attacked her eyes. Salted water poured over her nose and into her mouth. It took an infinite amount of time for the girl to crack, but here she was: ice to slush, and then into a new substance entirely.

The girl shrinks away from her bars, unable to touch the metal as she once did. They wield hot pokers that sear her skin, char it black. She lays on the embers and wishes for a cold breeze. The heat in the air accepts her defeat and lays with her. It evaporates her tears.

‘You have broken her,’ one says to the others. ‘That is not what I wanted.’ They shake their heads at the damaged wreck at their feet. ‘Her ice kept her alive. She cannot withstand the fire.’ They did not disagree. She picked herself up one last time, hot through and through, and stared at the man who had killed her.

Announcement

Up until right this very second, everything I have posted has been 100% true in my own mind, and I felt the emotions I wrote as I was writing it. (Yes, this is including Ghost Girl.) I feel now would be a good time to diverge from that, and practice something a bit more fictional. It’ll be posted in the ‘fiction’ category, as well as the ‘fiction’ tag. (This is experimental… but then again, this whole blog is an experiment.)

Thanks for reading!

-Sara

Let Me In?

I stand at your gates and look up to the sky;
It’s dark where I stand, and I’m not sure why.
My head is spinning, because I want to scream
At the way you hide away, lost in your dreams.

I’m on my knees, ready to plead,
But you don’t know what I need.
You keep yourself hidden, you’re locked
In your mind, a headache forming, I knocked.

Please forgive me, I need to know:
The way you say hello
Is quite magical, dear,
And its realness is my only fear.

If You Could See Me

Sometimes I have a dream
That you look into my soul
And see nothing but a hole;
Desperately I want to scream.

You look at me, lacking control
Because your baby disappeared;
It was the one thing I feared:
Realization of what they stole.

The black hole in me leered,
A gaping chasm in my heart;
Spreading, it’s poison from a dart
That cannot be revered.

Oh, dear, what a look on your face;
A shattered soul met without grace.

Winter’s Darkness

In this grey cold,
A lonely heart bleats.

Shiver, controlled,
What rush retreats;
Frozen air has cajoled
and plunged heart beats.

An endeavor of old;
Winter’s mistake repeats.
Love shaded pale gold
Like a ghost, faded.

Skip the blasted grey; hold
to the blue-tinged streets.

You Might Think This Is For You. You’d Be Right.

I wish to see your world of grey
And paint it with colors.
Flecks of gold favor your lips:
Spare your wordplay
And best vocabulary for truth.
Midnight’s blues eclipse
Your eyes; shards of flowered
purples firmly anchored.
Work is undone; The sun sets
Our quiet world ablaze,
And suddenly it becomes
Fiery embers of rusted red.

Broken Heart

A heart that is broken still beats.
A heart cannot break of sadness
Or loneliness
Or despair.

My heart didn’t stutter when
My lungs cracked apart
And showed me how unforgiving
Your ice really is.

My heart was far from my mind
As my stomach twisted until
I could barely swallow.
Or eat. Or think.

My mind buried you and
Laid beside the grave,
Rubbing its fingers over
Your engraved name.

My heart slowed down and
Sped up when I pondered you
And showed me steadiness
As I faced grief.