I was born with coals nestled against my ribcage
My Mother screamed and cried when they burned bright
She'd wrap me in blankets to prevent fires
And fan the air with disgust at a trace of smoke
As I grew my temperature rose, and flames licked my skin until I'd dowse them with water
Steam would rise and linger with my confusion and self-loathing
As I wondered why I couldn't take after
Other girls, whose skin was velvety ice that'd melt under complimentary flames.