She sets fire to everything she touches, I think as my mind burns. I can't have anything, she takes it away. Engulfs it. Entraps it. Monopolizes it. I can't have anything of my own. I am sent spiraling into a retrograde. Screaming at her to stop as I try to grab the things out of my burning house. "DON'T TOUCH THIS, DON'T TOUCH THIS DON'T TOU--" Everything she touches turns to ember. She will ruin everything I love. I just need to hold on to one thing. Anything. She sets fire to everything that is mine!* My mind burns. I scramble to save anything I can salvage as the flames bellow in and the smoke engulfs the room. "COME BEFORE THE FIRE GETS TO YOU. DON'T TOUCH IT, DONT TOUCH IT, DONT TOUCH--" It's a race between me and the flames as they dance around the floor, walls, ceiling. The room is swallowed in smoke, and I stagger outside coughing and swaying. I can't salvage anything before the entire house burns down. I look, disheartened at the place where foundation used to be. Nothing now but rubble and wispy smoke, knowing this would happen from the beginning. "Look what she did," I say as I clutch the lighter.
Holding on to anger is like grasping a hot coal with the intent of throwing it at someone else; you are the one who gets burned. -Buddha