I sit in my own embers
watching the charcoal
as it drifts and glides.
And I watch
I watch as others
drown
play
burst
And I feel
the sizzle and the sputter
of my skin that has long
since melted away.
And I wonder
if they notice
or if it matters
that phantom pains
plague my skin.
Oct 20, 2017
Oct 20, 2017 at 1:52 AM UTC
I sit in my own embers
watching the charcoal
as it drifts and glides.
And I watch
I watch as others
drown
play
burst
And I feel
the sizzle and the sputter
of my skin that has long
since melted away.
And I wonder
if they notice
or if it matters
that phantom pains
plague my skin.
