Burn

I started to burn.

You indulged in my warmth.

Let your hands heat,

In my flames.

Added gasoline on the wound.

Blew hard and harsh.

I couldn't believe it.

It was true.

Watching me burn and crackle.

Just to stay warm.

To be comfortable in a field of frost.

When we could've held each other.

You lit me on fire, I am still on fire.

I am screaming and scorching.

My fingers are blackening.

Words into ash and dust.

Choke on my smoke.

Because my lungs are melting.

So you can die with me.

I'm still on fire, I'm still aflame.

A timid light, one that's tame.

Though I'm wild in a bush.

I’m surging through towns.

You lit me on fire,

Now watch me burn this place,

to the ground.

Parts of my flame start to flicker.

Flowing in a never ending breeze.

Calming the blazing rage.

My pain is endless, I just keep hurting.

Like every time I burn less,

You ignite it once more.

Just to keep your frosty hands warm.

This feeling is smouldering,

Like its rendering my insides.

You got cold in the night,

Instead of holding me dear and tight.

You took a match, lit a flame.

Poured the gasoline and ignored my pain.

You lit me on fire to keep your body warm.

But mine is scorching, mine is gone.

I stopped burning and yet you're still warm.

Author's Note

Hey this is my first piece on here, I'm not too sure of the layout and everything yet, so please excuse the fact that it might be a bit messy. Please be respectful but I'd love some friendly feedback!! 🕸️

Reviews

[Davidgeo]

That was terrifying to read. I love it. It seems like you would be a big Cormac McCarthy fan.

[Webbers]

Awh Thank you so much!!