stuttering and stumbling as I go,

I’m wild and hyper, reaching for what… I do not know.

I, a bursting hazardous flame, sparking and spitting,

out of control,

until water is poured over me and I’m

nothing more but a smouldering flame,

hugging my knees to my burnt out chest,

starving to be thinner,

carving into and carving out my aching bones,

until I could almost be snuffed out.

But the raging flames keep returning, a ravenous hunger,

a never-ending vicious cycle of explosive fireworks and deafening silence.