there's a fire in the house

there's a fire in the house.
no, the house isn't burning down.
the fire rages in the hearth,
in the writhing gut of this home,
from where she rises
like smoke;
the formless, wordless void.
swallowing everything
in her path.
being who she wants to be
here. now.
not who she was in the past.
yes, she hungers.
hungers for all that's taboo,
with unflinching eyes,
ready to be burned at the stake.
uncontainable. unstoppable. unforgettable.
she wanders alone, unprotected,
holding it all inside.
imploding into herself,
breathing fire where she goes,
into this one life
smelted and tempered
in the furnace
of her ever-blazing heart.