I was born with coals nestled against my ribcage

My Mother screamed and cried when they burned bright

She'd wrap me in blankets to prevent fires

And fan the air with disgust at a trace of smoke

As I grew my temperature rose, and flames licked my skin until I'd dowse them with water

Steam would rise and linger with my confusion and self-loathing

As I wondered why I couldn't take after

Other girls, whose skin was velvety ice that'd melt under complimentary flames.