I light myself up from the inside out
just to feel something,
anything.
And sometimes,
if I'm lucky,
I can feel my lungs crumbling to ash.
The flames distract my heart
as smoke billows out of my throat,
I feel sane,
if I'm lucky.
My fingertips will burn
and my lips will crack
but I feel.
So I call it luck,
and breathe you out.