My clothes smolder

My hair is singed

I have stepped close to the fire

and it burns sweetly

I taste the tang of metal and heat on my lips

Is this the taste of holiness?

The shimmering air sears my throat, my lungs

I breathe deep

Burn, burn

The past is gone

But the memories are strong

Move forward, into the flames

One step, two

I am a coal-walker now

And the memories begin to slough off

I shake my shoulders, toss my head

And they’re gone


I rise, a spark swirling into the night sky


I am no one


I am anyone

A new creature, reborn, remade!


And then I wake

I am myself

All of me, still here

And the memories sit heavy on my chest

Look down into my bleary eyes

And laugh

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