EMBERS

They struck the match,

mocked the flame,

An ember keep secrets.

It doesn’t rage. It watches.

It waits.

It arrives in velvet and venom,

They say the heat feels personal, good.

It is.

They built this reckoning.

Lit it. Named it.

Now they watch it walk in

wearing their favorite mask.

.: 80% ring-spun cotton, 20% polyester (fiber content varies for different colors)

.: Medium-heavy fabric (8.4 oz/yd² (285 g/m²))
.: Classic fit
.: Tear-away label