tonight the sky was on fire, the trees are on fire, and my soul is on fire
not a fire, but a flame, and it is going out like my spirit
there is a flame at the end of my cigarette and it is killing me one beautiful dragon breath at a time.
like water for chocolate, there are matches within all of us, lit when we contain too much emotion, burning us out bit by bit, and finally there is nothing left but an empty match box, a shell.
and i will continue to burn bit by bit, dying down slowly and going out with one final brilliant burst. a flame.
