I waited for days inside that alley, dark - watching - dim but somehow smelling of stale lavender, when my granddaughter danced the dance of the dying - - mad, wild, hair tossing, eyes glitter spark glitter spark glitter spark dulling dulling.
She turns and turns, spinning - oh daughter of daughter you will take off these coats and we can feel the heat, yes, love, we can feel the heat in that body wracking with guilt, with guilt with fear.
Once a young girl... you - now - what are you now? Where do you go now? I know I cannot follow.
I tried. I tried once. I tried twice. Perhaps I tried a third time. I called you back I call you back.
You are not coming.
You never did oh my girl when I thought you were here You were already gone.
Now this heat, this fire furious fighting fearsome flames.
My genius. Burning yourself out before you could begin.
I will cry. One day.
Not now.
Are you rising? Burn, my flesh of flesh, burn.
Did you come back last night? I was waiting - the alley was silent. I thought I saw a spark ignite and a gate open. Were you burning your way back home?
The fire rose quickly when the door shut. The smoke coloured the sky an orange light like the crayons we used when you were small.