I am an emotional pyromaniac
with an affinity for burning bridges.
burning my life down around me.
burning up
from the inside out.
an occasional burn
just for thrill of it.
just for the heat.
sometimes the inside of my skull feels
like strangers mingling in a foreign country,
hot and bursting against the smooth dark interior.
I need release.
from my strange / hot / dangerous
thoughts.
I start a fire.
burn the present into the past.
let the fire lick my fingers clean
of blood and fingerprints.
the smoke drowns out the smell
of baking bread and old perfume.
after the fire,
there is no evidence
save ash
and the ground is fertile again,
ready for planting.
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