You feel that urge again
to let heat lick your palm
just to know how the pain feels when it really sinks in.
Your faces are thrown into ghastly detail
and gaunt shadows rise and fall in the flickering light
on your faces, in your eyes.
sit next to the blue flame
of the Bunsen burner just to capture that smell
Light a match
just to watch the tiny blaze eat away
just to leave black ash in its wake.
You feel a bit too close to the fire,
but your curiosity and wonder do not tire.
My entire lab group in Honours Chemistry likes fire perhaps a bit too much.
EDIT: What was I going with this? None of are at risk for setting random things on fire, don't worry. At least I probably am not.
August 10th, 2018