You're forest fire, baby.
You're burning me down by the acre.
A while back you were
grazing near my lips,
and suddenly now you're
in the burning of my toes.
You feed off the breaths I heave
as you scorch through my insides.
Silence stokes our soul.
I feel younger, yet 'us' feels old.
Like a phoenix, you rise from my ashes.
Like a dry autumn leaf, I fall
and crumble on your merciless palms.
Your hands chart journeys deftly.
And my body reaches destinations.
We, are evidence why
fire is good for the soil.
I shrivel at the edges, like a paper
teased by a flame.
I mutter prayers whilst I burn,
waiting for my next turn.
You're forest fire, baby.
And I'm not putting you out.
Hell no.

- The Broken Clock