That is only if she steps into it
Gentle locks of curls grazing
Her cheek and nose as it flows
Limbs move in synchronisation
With every piece she hears
Wild and untamed to others
Yet free and full of anger for her
Her eyes redden matching her tongue
The fiery red stings her mouth
Pushing her to stick it out in agony
She jumps and slides from one tile to another
Unable to bare the release of fire
And just like that she burns in the dark
Incinerating those who dared to stand
Beside her, with her, for her
Along with them burnt her tongue
The only one who stood through it all.
