Ridley was a girl
with coal at the bottom of her stomach.
Her sister told her eating it would make Santa forgive her
of her trespasses,
but she led herself into temptation, you know.
She filled a Coca Cola bottle with gasoline
and downed the whole thing in one gulp,
savoring the sting of the aftertaste because it made her feel alive.
Her sister cheered her on.
The matches came next:
lit, sharp and angled, burning knives down her trachea
and she wanted to set herself free like a phoenix, but
I think she forgot to resurrect.