A flame creeps at the edges, stoking its felicitous fingers into your safe & secure world.
It has shape, a shape you know.
You’re entranced by its passion as it licks, slow & intense.
Tracing the edges of shadows as it tries to sweep across your being.
Its trying to ignites a spark that can burn your world, you must not let it catch.
Scars still tight & thin, you’d snuffed it out, extinguished it before, seen it die, go cold. Relief and sadness.
Ignore the flickering, the desire to touch the flame, to run your fingers through it, to feel the intensity, the pleasures, the pain.
it will all end in ashes..