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.