by Marcus Draik

Behold the inferno
The smoldering darkness
Of the volatile heart
The endless broken, strewn.
The child she clutches to her breast
Stifling its cries
Brightly burn the flames of the forge
Amidst scalded ruin,
The din of wrought iron
Darkened now, the door
Numb with despair, she trembles
Warmth— draped around her