[Fig]

I got her shame walking on a bed of hot coals.
sole-less.
This house is not home. Butt; her throat is (lol).
Mourning shower crying down upon her. Where a hole is
there's a pooling power rising to devour a moment.
Nurture her flowering lotus with a candlestick, focused.
Gone with the wind while she fans the wick. Hopeless.