
She danced like a shadow,
And she twisted like a flame
As she skipped to the gallows,
No regrets and no shame.
She twirled like a leaf,
But she held up like a promise.
When she told you to leave,
She burned down your palace.
She fell like an empire,
She lived on like a tale.
They named her The Forest Fire,
Too toxic to inhale.
She survived like a hurricane,
Always taking what’s hers.
She buried her last pain
In her own hearse.
-Jackie