Michaela Schroeder

I sigh under my weight

the incalculable pain,

the devastating loss

 

How disastrous I am

 

My hands rot with destruction

my limbs ache of suffering

my mouth scabs from ruining

 

Once,

a fire ravaged

scorching lives with

a heavy hand and vengeful heart

 

but she reached my body,

looked within my sinful eyes,

and was quick to flee,

lest she, too,

become an effigy

of the destruction of me.