It is melted like wax and spreads miles in every direction
where strangers ice skate across what has been blown out
and rewrite her identity—
they, she—are one.
It is scarred with wounds old and new
the memories that cycle like tumbleweeds briefly blown
in another direction before settling, splitting skin
It walks on stilts across graveyards, poking crumbled soil where her ghosts are buried.
They resurrect themselves when she sleeps, when she wakes,
when she loses consciousness
the haunting shrinks.
It has been lit on fire and turned to ashes. Debris, melted metal, rubble, ruins
Chaos. Her life leaves a trail of black soot that is later bulldozed