Your words are hot
Like they’ve been festering in your mouth
Waiting to be spewed at me.
I feel the burn of hot spit on my skin
And my blood begins to boil.
I refrain from responding,
Even in the heat of the moment.
My downfall comes when I finally speak.
You drove me to this.
Your words burning in my brain.
I am the propane, and you light my fire.