Ash

You set fire to all we were and then resented me for the ashes.

Me, to busy choking on the smoke to notice the burns but still feeling the pain.. Everywhere, always.

You say women are in charge of ritual. And so I spread the ash in circles, spear it all over the walls of doubt.

Can you build a bridge out of ash?

Can you light the way with ash?

Can you rebuild a man with ash?