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The sky was smoky. Heat licked the horizon. She stood on the wrecked balcony and watched the destruction, smelling char and feeling gritty ash.
She was nude but for the fireman’s hat – the notion amused her. And she had begun to change again.
Once, she had been wrapped in glorious green, with flowers growing between her legs. Then they came, binding her with concrete and chains. They fucked her with steel and filled her with smog, enfolding her in gray.
Now it burned. Caressing by flames, she clothed herself anew in violent, cleansing, red.