Written by Natalia Lara

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There is a fire inside her.

It may simmer to a light dim

time and again.

 

But do not be mistaken.

It never dies.

 

For this fire stems from a place so deep within her soul,

shielded from your pitiful attempts to kill it

with your brutal coldness.

No. This fire grows with every breath her supple chest draws in,

fortifying it.

Illuminating her from the inside.

Blindingly so that her enemies can’t see her.

 

Wasted and out of air,

out of energy,

her enemies wither away.

Every. Single. Time.

 

That dim light grows to a raging fire so strong it diminishes every remnant of the destruction you laid before her.

 

What you thought you broke was just dormant.

 

Resting.

 

Refueling.

 

Preparing the new rage within.