You will bare scars like lightning bolts on your womb and heart.
You will soak a pink "Women of Steel" t- shirt with your tears.
What you love will sculpt regret.
What you hate will entrance you like Pavlov's chime.
What ignites the flame smothers the light.
What bleeds from the pen bandages the wounds.
If this be your candle, inhale the smoke; let it singe your throat and eyes.