Ashes in Her mouth

Ashes in Her Mouth
The fire took more than walls. It took names. Faces. Pieces of me I’ll never get back.
Now it’s back. Different street, same smoke. Same teeth in the dark.
The brass call it arson. I call it unfinished business.
Every blaze leaves a mark a body, a whisper, a threat carved in soot. Someone wants me chasing. Someone wants me choking on the past.
I should walk away. Let the flames eat the city clean. But the next fire is already lit. And I know where it’s burning.
Not a matter of if I get there in time. Just what I’ll lose when I do.