Into the fire she went
Knowing full well
That she might not return
Truth be told she meant not to

Her intent was to perish
To destroy that part of her
That was still a little girl
That still knew how to dream

She said I do
Looking into hard eyes
Knowing money was in the cards
That she would be all set

That first night she held her own
Battling sheer revulsion
Enjoining fleshy battles
Discovering the unknown

The next morning
Another woke up inside her
And another
Three weeks later

The little girl who dreamed
Would someday return
When life was at an end
And skin was all wrinkled.

March 4, 2016