Salem

Searing flames lapped

at her uncovered skin

her hair alight

the colors painting

an ethereal image

one of beauty

that didn't match her pain.

Under the dense light

of the moon

she did not scream

as her mind, body, and soul

were gently ignited

against her will.

The townsfolk gathered

their pitchforks raised high

their victorious shouts

permeating the air

Rocks were thrown

chipping away at

all she had left

but she would not give them

the satisfaction

of seeing her suffer.

The flames ate away at her

until there was nothing left

but the haunted soul

that would remain anguished

in those woods

forever