My Little Broken Fire Girl,
whose fingers twist and tangle to keep feelings and thoughts and ungodly sounds from bubbling out. whose lips are bruised and chapped from being pursed, from cracking smiles for me, from biting and biting and biting. where's my little broken fire girl, with eyes like matches and words smooth and hot?
she keeps her hair flowing and she keeps her face bright, for even the dimmest fire's shine. on the brink of demise, all washed up and put out, my little broken fire girl lights my way and flickers up.
touch her and she'll burn, but fire's always been my friend, and i welcome her painful licks onto my skin. tame little fire's need to lash out, but this one's always been timid. you have to coax the magic out, the blue-white flame, onto the world to brighten it up.
you've gotta feed her the right wood, you've gotta sing the right spells, and my little broken fire girl will be your second sun.