she was sixteen
sixteen years old when the world burned around her
sixteen years old when velvet flames tore up her little town
sixteen when her lungs heaved, seared by ash and soot and deadly dust
sixteen when her heart struggled to thump,
thump,
thump,
on
as heat baked her throat and fire flickered through the sky
sixteen when the flames eclipsed the sunset.
A/N: no i don't actually care whether or not madge was sixteen when she died.