hot blood, red cheeks, burnt lips, and smoke incapacitating my lungs, i heave through the fire in my home clouded judgement, feelings of hopelessness, i run through my home to find a place where i can feel safe to open my eyes a place where my lungs are free to experience breath without tentative hesitance, where my senses are in allignment i search for hydration, for a holistic cleansing of the soul, for a second chance to reclaim this home i have been so careless in when i finally see myself my sense of sight funnels in and out has my skin always looked like this? who let me destroy my home? there is nothing to put out the fire my skin revolts against my bone as my pulse laryngeally stabs me in protest of my reluctance to acknowledge the pain i am ready to give into the flames, to be a soul of light to transcend the blazing in my heart, in my veins, in my brainwaves, to go through this life, with open, kindled eyes, a fiery spirit lungs of feathers making it obvious that i have scars, because every aspect of my being, burns.