She Falls

She falls to the ground. Still
burning, her clothes and hair now
aflame, with nothing to douse
the fire that is consuming her.

The children cry out, their
young souls pleading for a
justice that will not come for
this girl, the one the flames hold.

A pain inside them ignites, burning
its hole into their young and
tender hearts. They cannot bear
the pain she endures.

Now she falls to the ground, and lies
still, her clothes and hair torn
and muddied, the ground enough
to smother the burning flames.

Her heart does not beat as she
crumples to the ground, and
her breath is still, no young
pulse alive and thrumming.

The light goes out.

The End

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