wildfire girl

She is a wildfire,
who doesn’t care who she burns down
on her quest to self-destruct.

A raging fire can be a beautiful thing,
so full of life and yet
it so savagely destroys, as well.

Her flames burn crimson red and deep ochre,
even violent blue, not a solemn blue,
though sometimes it may seem so.

Sadness can be destructive too,
folding in on itself,
not dampening the fire but feeding it.

The people in it’s path,
so distracted by her calamitous beauty,
left burnt to a crisp in her wake.

Don’t be disillusioned,
a fire does not burn maliciously,
and neither does she.

A force of nature simply,
knows no other way to be.