Hearthless-The Immolation (DNA)

Ithaca in flames burning.burning.

The heart hollowed from weeping, seeping the fat From the body 

Candle of a woman, carapace cracked 
From where her birthing became a burning 
Unsheathed, sleeping, undreaming, lead-lined soliloquies
Led/lead down paths of talons into my chest- 
At rest, aria of body blanketed in flame- burning.
Burning. Ithaca is burning.
And Penelope has passed into ash and nothing 

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