By Michelle Garren Flye
Betrayal burns, feverish holes
Sprout and fill with flame,
Spilling ash out onto coals;
Leaping up, you’re unable to tame.
Will you watch it all burn?
Where will you go to escape?
No matter which way you turn
The consummation takes shape.
Don’t look for a way out—
Just give yourself to the fire.
The freedom you used to flout
Just a subject for the choir.
Your sins catch up to you here.
Your lies will haunt you again.
Remember them all, embrace fear—
Hell sings out in this last quatrain.