She is an inferno
With flames from Her fingers.
Her bones are kindling for
Her own fuel.
She leaves embers in Her footfalls,
Smoke with every breath.
Burning bridges and eating the ashes,
She grazes on the fields of Her past.
Palms that produce white-hot magma,
And you harden under Her grasp.
She is a wild fire that consumes the hearth of your house,
Conquering the highways and reclaiming the tar.
She smolders, and the cinders blind you as you flee and gasp
From Her toxins as you cling to the edge of Her pit.
She boils, She renders.
She destroys so She can create.

Offer up your bones and She will purify you.






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