Not So Bad a Burn

It’s like something funny, a ghost dancing in the flames.

I can see that I’m burning but God, the fire makes my skin look so bright.

The smoke is suffocating. Holding my breath doesn’t work because I can’t stop laughing the ashes from my bones, but that’s okay.

Even though I can tell we’re spiraling into something dark, I like the way this fall spins us.

It makes us dizzy, like a drunken night. I can’t stop grinning even if soon I will be sick. The sick doesn’t sound so bad to ears ringing with music.

Eons from now I won’t remember the pain of the burn; I’ll think of the vibrance of the flames.



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