A woman bound in black rags,
a burqa falls to mold and mulch.
She's hollowed over a single spark
inside the discolored sink of her hands.
Hers alone this splinter --
to stone with rocks, or feed with her breath?
Just a moment, please.
Because she swore to keep the treaty,
even after her family disappeared
to a place she can't imagine,
her heart exiled within her chest.
She must allow the spark to burn.