She walks down the aisle
Towards the furnace.
She walks slowly, hesitantly,
But strong and unwavering.
You have to wonder why she heads that way
When she can see the fires in front of her;
You have to wonder what she’s thinking
For she’s crying and walking faster.
She runs faster and faster to jump into the heat,
As if it was the only way out,
But a little to the left, a little to the right
And she’d be alright, she’d be safe again.
Does she know? Does she see?
Or are her eyes so fixed on death,
On failure,
That she can’t focus?
That she can’t care?
There’s a way out, there truly is...
But she wont turn away!
She leaps and is engulfed,
Her screams light up the fuel!
Her blood drips down like a wasted wine,
And I scream from where I stand--
Outraged, depressed--
How could she let herself go?
And then I see the next in line.

A mirror.

And I follow her ghostly footsteps…
Hesitant…but strong.