To a Wildfire that caused by a Gender Reveal Celebration

It is the first snow she sees in the summer. ​

Black snow seeps through her skin and buries the river.
Somebody throws a fire brick to the sun and lives spiral toward the sky.
She inhales, and
witnesses a blackened snowflake swirl up into her lung.
The mountain awaits for an answer, and so
she sings silently:

“--- --- ---------.”

 When the beat stops, she becomes
a plastic bag,
dancing with a waste of snow, 
lifeless. 

She was never born nor died.

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