i am a ball of fire in a house of hay just waiting to ignite

i wonder what the cool taste of water is would be against my hot fiery body

i hear my arms my arms my chest crackling with flame

i see a sleeping boy a crying woman a man hunched over with no knowledge of the fire under their feet

i want to be real to ignite and burn this house to the ground

i am not real

i pretend to be real to be made of water but if you could just push through my god i would burn you

i feel the throb the pulse of a deeper hotter brighter fire one that i can only imagine

i touch my burning body and wish a thousand times that i could just burn out here alone

i cry tears of water but never enough to put out the fire that races across my skin

i am going to burn you

i understand that you will try to scrub away the ash and the burns and the memory of what i am

i say that i am fire and you say that i am a disgust a disappointment

i dream of you enveloping me in your arms not caring of the fire that will cling to your body

i try to believe that

i hope for that i want and will for that but all i can know is that the fire will come

i am burning and i am unchangeable