Girl on Fire

Her hair flowed like milk,
tentacles of hell,
Her skin once smooth as silk,
covered in cuts and scars,
Her light footsteps of innocence,
bringing doom and fear,
Her face of a goddess,
drenched in bloody tears,
Her soft hands of comfort,
held the dagger of death,
Her small luscious mouth,
thirsts for retribution
Her glreaming dark brown eyes,
spoke nothing but redemption
Her body of purity
burning in flames around her.
I start to wonder, "Who is she?"
I turned and looked at the mirror,
I saw it was me.