Fire

Fire.

It dances in her eyes

Like an echo of her raging anger,

Her burning hatred

Her skin is the colour of ash:

Grey;

Drained,

Like her heart.

Her blood runs cold.

There is no heat in the fire.

Her bitterness is a vacuum

Into which all warmth is sucked.

Remorse is gone;

Forgiveness,

A distant memory.

She senses his pain.

She smiles.

Betrayal fuels her.

Resentment drives her.

And now, like her searing jealousy,

He will burn.