you set my neurons firing like an arsonist in the foyer of the old abandoned church built within the synaptic gaps of my brain matter.
burning bridges was the only way to keep from sinking with the anchors chained to my feet. i find myself, instead, adrift inside your bloodstream.
so scrape the match and watch phosphate sputter like the final gasp of a dying sun. let the shaft of wood tumble end-over- end into the kerosene amassed at my feet. raze what's left of me. set me free.