Immersive experience in myself

Relies on the suffering of my body

Locking my eyes 

Concentrating on my own reflection 

I think to myself and the god I do not know

Where is home.

Cool air runs through the veins of her children.

Green,

Then red

Then green again.

Her golden fire flickers 

The faint grotesque smell of her living 

Buries itself deeply within her cloth 

A shameful reminder,

Of what is and what will be

Sweat becomes her child.

Green,

Then red 

Then red again.

The fire engulfing 

Mold adorning itself on her cloth.

As her throat closes 

Her eyes swell into deep red orbs of flesh

Her child no longer. 

Red,

Then red 

Then red again.

Her prayers of Phoenix 

Lost, in an ashes glory.