have you ever had your torso treated like an ashtray
all cigarette burns and flaky ash
twist and turn and go deeper until the fire is inside your brain
the guy that's doing it is laughing, drunk
and you're twisting in your sheets
after a couple nights of pain you begin to wait for it
anticipating
not fearing
the fire that once burnt you now consumes you
you don't feel alive unless it's on your skin
turning you into the ashtray
you now wait to be

*(a.m.c.)