She is fused with fire,
yet doused by
dampened dreams,
searching for salvation
on the brink of
every brittle scream;
she is a minefield
of catastrophe,
bathed in
polychromatic hues,
waiting for a lifeline
to pull her out of the blues;
yet fate is a visceral feeling,
and once she escapes
from the rain,
she will bloom
most magnificently,
and her flame will be
lit again.