Tender as a Molotov: The Art of Self-Immolation

All dynamos die, even those soft arsonists setting locked rooms ablaze just to discover the treasures therein.

And at the end of her life, they’ll remember her not as infallible, but as a woman who learned to hold pain and power in the same hand.

Let it be known she was here. At any moment ready to ignite.

Let it be known that she was tender as a Molotov.