Black Fire
Barry Spacks

There's this girl pulling out her hair,
kept doing it till the age of ten,
no one could figure why,
including her. She favored one side,
so for symmetry her Ma
shaved the other, but mostly she went
bald and the other kids naturally thought, um,
weird, but now she's a Purr-fict Princess,
coiffeur intact, smiles when she mentions
those days of misery-mystery.
Have a gaze at her shining face,
you can't even catch a passing glimpse
of the lava roil that once within
exacted pain after twitchy pain,
that vast dark now a sleeping volcano
that burned through her once with hard black fire.

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