solaya is standing in a dim, red light-lit hallway with black brick walls, looking over faer shoulder toward the camera. fae are wearing a silver leotard, orange and yellow earrings shaped like a face, purple and yellow eye shadow, curly hair tied back in a braid on one side and loose on the other, with a wavy-shaped undercut dyed yellow-orange

this flame

this flame will scorch and bore
     through the confinement of your comfort

          i will not wear your restraints

this flame will singe and swallow
     the malice of your patient artifice

          i know the patriarch's praxis

engulfed and still your sharp teeth gritted

while we are alive
     we will watch you burn