She saw her own figure dancing in the flames
Arms raised behind her head, elbows pointed to the sky
Chin slowly pulled by the Devil’s string
She arched as if time didn’t exist.
Her forearms gentle suspended, resting in gravity
She raises them as one would course their limbs through water, heavy
But here there is nothing but air:
Who would have known that which gave life consumes it that much quicker?
She peers closer to see her own eyes gouged by the flames, pouring out the cavities like magicians’ scarves.
She touches her own cheeks and feels no wet, just flushed heat, her throat
Closing smoke curling, rising.
She touches her throat and longing for sound, opens her mouth but
Instead, a billow of ash vomits forth, her ribs heave and pushes out the sooty air
She touches her breast and closes her eyes; she holds herself and the Devil
calls her name LOOK AT ME!
She watches her own dancing figure in the flames