a poet says the things others cannot. [a poetry collection]

tasting fire

- what are you doing?
tasting fire -
- how do you do that?

[ by dreaming of getting high of the gasoline as flames surround me and i don't get burnt. it touches my face and i lick it, it tastes like nothing and everything— but alas, it is only a dream. as the small flame spiraling out of the lighter in my hand illuminates the darkness of my room. i reach out to touch it, but flinch away immediately. i try to touch it again, but pull away after i feel myself burnt; my skin is red, angry me for thinking so stupidly, the way i do.] ... it was a joke, don't worry -

08.10.21

welcome to the mind of a pyromaniac :p