Fire For Water

Cold eyes with hardened voice come from the darkness

To absorb her frail and shivering body.

She is buried in his massiveness -- 

Not as a shelter from evil, but as a haven for it.

Even a thin sheet could protect her nakedness

From being frozen into a huddled nothingness.

She fears suffocation as the already black room

Grows darker and creeps within.

The isolation seeps and drips into the pure, sweet waters.

The mist chills as the silent scream grows in her ears.

How can one so small satisfy one so consuming?

Tossing under the blanket that she once thought would shield

She relives the angry sweat a thousand times.

The dark emptiness has turned into the fury of hell.

Each second feels like an inescapable eternal torment

And she trembles as the memory

Burns deeper in her flammable soul.

The charcoal hopes reek of anguish as

The dancing flames celebrate eminent victory as they lure her fragile shell.

She walks slowly toward the fire that is so cold and dark that

She will never forget.