By Denise Marsh
A mouth full of fire
And a heart full of ice
Were offered to her
Like a sacrifice to the gods
And she stood there
Closed her eyes tight enough
To block out the hate
burn the chill
And tried to remember
That no matter what
She would never lose
The sweetness
That kept her whole
And remained golden
Even as daggers framed
Every inch
of her
body and soul.