Non-Descript

An ember, alight

distant, unclear

not yet sure of itself.

The spark wobbles, weaves

kindling the hope:

of madness (and the madness grows)

of passion (and the passion ignites)

Nervous and insecure it swells

consuming the gray

splintering, fracturing

the Non-descript figure she had become

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