Down, down, down. 

The fire girl is burning,

The smoke was once her dreams,

The higher that she got, the more we believed.

Her screams became weapons,

Made not for you or me.

But when a flame starts to grow, we all tend to see.

Her skin dripped and dropped,

In puddles all around,

Leaving us wondering what to do now.

 

Fire is dangerous, was drilled in our heads,

Young children we were memorized by the dead.

We grew up to watch the flames soar high,

But never to interfere, we could never figure out why.

 

So why did the fire girl go up in flames?

“She strayed from the path” the Elders would say.

We stared and watched the match as she lit-

herself from the bottom of tinder and sticks.

Slowly her breath faded away,

Leaving an echo some would say,

“We are nothing but dust that floats all around some of us are meant to be smothered and others are meant to be drowned.”

But neither were the way she went,

Leaving us to wonder why she was different.