Smooth skin

And

Fine hair,

Eyes like

City Lights,

They told her

Her cold hands

Meant her

Heart

Burned

True and

Bright.

Straight Teeth

And

Curved Neck,

A smile void

Of pride,

But with all

The chill of

Her

Ashen palms,

She still

Felt cold

Inside.

High cheekbones

And

Long legs,

Full lips dusted

with ash,

For she had

Kissed the

Hearth

In an

Unceremonious

Crash.

Prim nose

And

Graceful brow,

Ember-singed fringe

Of lashes,

And she had

Burned herself

Trying to

Warm her

Heart

By swallowing the

Ashes.