A Dying Flame
She didn't know,
but she was fire.
A blaze, a living spark,
a force to be reckoned with.
That is what drew him in.
Dripping water
disguised as safety.
Soft at first.
Steady.
Then constant.
Slowly, surely,
turning her fire into embers.
She didn’t notice
until smoke replaced flame,
until the room was not only dark
but silent
that’s when she knew.
And all because
she chose a man
who loved her less
than she used to love herself.