That night in the deep, dark
woods, she woke up in her tent,
aroused by the heat.
She unzipped and stepped outside,
finding herself surrounded –
Ablaze – the trees were
like a circle of hell
from the soil to the sky,
nowhere for her to find solace except
looking upward to the deep
navy sky.
“Run.”
Gulping the steaming hot air,
she sprinted through the flames —
with open arms and palms and face still to the sky —
she burst out the other side:
gold stardust surrounded by midnight,
reformed and dancing with the fireflies.
Casting new shapes and shadows against
the cool, damp ground.
Contained in the blaze,
she’d rushed through the flames and
emerged, glittering and brand new.
Cleansed.
Courage numbing her as she shed her
old skin, which crumbled and dusted in ashes
beneath her gilded
footsteps.
“Ablaze.” – bem
