The others sing.
Wildfire howls.
Her song isn’t pretty.
It crawls
beneath your skin,
all gasoline
and bad intentions,
a melody made
from every time
someone told her
behave.
obey.
wait.
She did none
of those things.
She became
the Siren mothers
warn their monsters about.
Not because
she is cruel—
but because she learned
there are creatures
in this world
who mistake kindness
for permission.
Wildfire
corrects them.
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