Smoke-screened pain from a distant day wafts into the present,
?charring my lungs with the ash and cinders of a resurrected past.
?Each breath brings a blister of remembrance to the surface.
?Yet, I continue to inhale the flames deeply.
Unaware of the fueled and fattened pyre beneath my tethered feet
that is beginning to smolder.
The vapors of your charm slither up my bound body like a constrictor, tightening it’s grip, gliding swiftly towards the tasty bits.
?I have no defense against you.?
I see the spark of my destruction reflected in your eyes
as the fire consumes the fodder.?
I surrender to being engulfed by the licking flames.
Left to burn, bound and gagged by my inability to resist  your spark.
?After all, I am flammable.