Born OF Embers

Particles of life was dispensed with each exhale, back into
 the dirt cracked and dilapidated fragments , torn from old
 wounds as screams of appeasing sashayed through the
Potter's mud soaked hands.. repeatedly shifting and remolding
 an already remodel existence ..
 Her smoldering fears born from the rubble of past regrets
 watched as tar tears smear eyes like eyeliner, outline brown
 soul speakers bleeding dust in hands washing away
 pity empty promises to handle those delicate folds
 that still need that extra clay to hold herself together
 burning away memories that ejaculated pain
into an asphyxiating core of smothering flames
 neglected by love's elusive touch..
 
Dark days spent rebuilding this broken being from the ground up..
mending flesh still forming from dust to ashes like reversed spontaneous
combustion, burning her spirit into each amber nucleus, charting the
coursed to her rebirth, neither ghost nor phoenix but a reproduction
 of her life resurrection worn and torn from the fire ,healing
 scars with each blowing wind pushing into her back a spine
 made from infernos powder..

She was born of embers ascending febrile from its ashes
Bowing her head waiting to be kissed by the scattering
remembrance of cinders crying softly against her form until
 she became indurated enough by the world and held together
 by more than power and particles that shift with each passing wind.
 She welcome the licks from the dragon tongues as her rejuvenator
that constantly defrags her ashy being with each inhale..
 healing herself with dust and ash because it reminded her
 of the hell she took her first breath in..