“They were cruel to me,
but I realized they didn’t even
deserve to have their opinion of me
matter in the first place.”
I placed my hand on her shoulder as she
clutched her black leather book to her
chest. “What are you going to do now?”
Her knuckles blanched as she dig her nails
into the covers, leaving marks never to be
undone. “I’ll rise from the ashes.”
Before I could ask what she meant, she tore
the pages with even the most blurred lines,
the faintest drops of ink spilled from her mind.
She tossed them in the fireplace,
tracing her fingers over the binding as if
the book were brand new to her.
I stared into the flames, watching them kiss
the pages with black death.
“Is it that easy to get rid of your hard work?”
She flipped through the blank pages,
letting her fingertips run over them as
she gazed into the fire.
“I am the Phoenix, and each piece
of work a tear shed.”