a breeze would slither by and
my heart would ignite like coals that were thought to be cooled off,
and at first i liked the warmth
but then it burned a hole through my ribcage
and sometimes
in a bout of masochism,
i would blow on the coals myself,
dare them to turn scarlet,
but only get cool ash in my eyes,
no it doesn't hurt
i don't feel anything