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Cinders

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Published: October 12, 2016
A woman entered town today
She claims to be an herbalist
Even with her singed hair
She smiles sweetly at us

Buying a little cottage
At the edge of the town
Her garden grows supernaturally
Almost like there's magic involved

Yet everyone agrees on one thing
She's the best at what she does
The herbalist can heal all wounds
Almost like she's a witch

Even with all the love in the world
She lives all alone in that cottage
She seems afraid of getting close
To anybody she's acquainted with

A scandal begins to erupt
When she has a child
Despite her age she's unwed
This alone is a grave sin

She refuses to reveal
The identity of the father
The girl named after an herb
Is raised without a father

While many start to avoid
The woman with no husband
She continues to work her hardest
To make a life for her and her daughter

Working under the lights of the sky
As she refuses to burn wood
Something about the flames scare her
Candles are nowhere inside her home

Even through the long winters
The herbalist refuses to use fire
She suffers through the cold
Without a match inside the house

Sometimes on a clear night
A girl can be heard screaming
She wishes for the burns to stop
She begs for the fire to be put out

Yet no matter how many times they look
Fire is nowhere to be seen
The nightmare that the girl has
Is it from another life?

One day the daughter leaves her
To pursue her own goals
So the woman is again all alone
With only her work to motivate her

One day the garden starts to wither
And the flowers stop blossoming
When someone comes into investigate
They find the herbalist died all alone

Yet even with this solitude
She appears to be smiling
As if she finally achieved retribution
For an atrocity she had committed

Even her own daughter
Never returns to mourn for her
The woman that was loved by all
Somehow never found love
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