All it would take
is a single match,
and everything inside her
that had dried into tinder.
that it would be
the house and not her
engulfed in flames,
but the heat would blister
and violently press needles into her skin,
so she could feel the weight of collapse,
and know that, despite the lack
of physical evidence, a significant part
of who she was
would find burial, if not peace,
in siege and ash.