Spicy

He said how hard it

Must’ve hurt me when

“I fell from Heaven.”

I tell him,

honey,

I rose up from Hell,

Raw, in a fury of

Flames, that fuel this

passion in me, see I

showed up blazing

With glowing hair, I

Always rise, eat men like air.

Witnessing, devout pray for

Demise too, we all embody

Both —but of which

Devours you?

“Hell hath no fury” like the

…righteous ones.

I come from where I come,

Paradoxically, enlightened… by

The sun; I wasn’t the only one

Fervent, scalding hot for life.

Couldn’t I then still be a “good one?”