She took the light
Inside herself
Worried it
Awhile
With her hands

Anticipating
With searching darkness
Sureness of
What would
Befall her plans

And the control
Of her walk
Was the control
Of her darkness

Sure now
In the
Darkness
Of her world

And what
Compelled
Her step
Was
The
Anticipation

A vengeance
For
What
Had not
Yet occurred

She's looking
Sad and
Confused
Like a child

At how all this
Could befall her
Holds herself
Unaware of
Her drive

That she
Needs to
Prove it

While holding
Herself far enough
Away

That she can say
Look what
Happened
To her

A whirlwind

A firestorm

That she
Created

What
Had been
Stirred around her

A whirlwind

A firestorm

She stands inside and
Feels the
Fear

The
Fear
Of
Her
Rage

Distraction
To bring about
The
Firewall

Soon
They might
Come
And
Save her
From
What
She created

But as
She turns
Semi-surprised
To
Find
Her
Finger
On
The
Match

And
Watch
Her eyes
Light
With rage

Like the
Flip of
A latch

They deserved it
They deserved it
And
Other
People
Do it
Anyway

Natch

A whirlwind

A firestorm

That she created

What
Had been
Stirred
Around
Her

A whirlwind

A firestorm

That
She created
To
Try to
Bring the past
Back to her

A whirlwind

Firestorm

That

Lasts as
Long as
The fear
And rage
That

Rises
Up
Inside
Her

And
Later

She walks
Out
Of
The Ashes

Thrilled
Stimulated
Scared of
Herself
Defending
Needing
Alone

Untangling the
Ropes
Around her

She begins to
Frantically
Plan

What to
Scream to
Avoid
How to
Blame it
All on
The
Next one

Who
Having been
Fully used
Has
Victimized
Her

To justify
To cast it off herself
To clean herself

Till the storm
Till the next storm
Till the next storm
Has begin

Firestorm
Firestorm
Firestorm

Till the next storm
Till the next storm
Till the next storm
And escape
Has begun

Has begun