DYSTOPIAN Poem: Burn, by Emilia Thornrose

I’ve always been told that fire would cleanse anything that it touches
So despite being surrounded by flames,
I felt hope.
Murder is not something I ever thought I was capable of
But as I stood on the steps of our nation’s capital with this president’s head in my hand,
I felt a cold satisfaction settle into the back of my heart.
For all the women who came before me
And all the women who are still fighting,
This belongs to us.

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