A teenage girl stands at the corner
A narrow road....bifurcates at the end.
Hands stretch out, piercing eyes
A bottle of petrol, match sticks lives.
An oblique ray of light from a window
In search of an unknown myth.
The odds have been stacked up
Belittle all her efforts.
The night darkens, the moon struggles
The pivotal time falls.
Strap the entire body
Shake and pour the fuel on her skin.
Burn the stick, rising flame
Anger sinks in a deafening silence.