I light a match.
It springs to life and greets me.
The heat caresses my fingers.
The fire whispers sweet promises to me of love and caring
It promises not to bite me.
It asks, no begs me to let it feed, to let it grow.
So I do.
I stare up at the raging inferno.
The fire laughs at me.
It cackles.
It promised love but brought destruction.
And the one thing that was not human.
The one thing I loved.
The one thing that I trusted.
Betrayed me.
And I burn.