and she walked

and she walked,

walked away from it all;
no looking back,
no tears leaving a trail
to where she was,
only water
held in her womb,
for all to drink,
and sparklers in her eyes,
lighting up her world
with a fierce love,
that speaks
through the hiss
of embers
washed with rain,
and the smell of burnt skin
ravaged by the flames
of her death trail.