#100MonstrousPoems 31: Ifrit

The person I was part of died
In agony. Too soon. and I
Remained behind.
And now I find
I can’t remember being me:
The me that was. That used to be
More than just hate
But it’s too late.
I roam the earth, I seek revenge
I’m smoke and fire. I am the change
I want to see.
But would I be
So keen to wreak this havoc if
I hadn’t lost the rest of me?