I stuck the match and issued the flame.
My favorite scent filled the air and flew to my mind,
Calming the chemicals unbalanced in a dance, a maze.
I ran the slender steel through the fire,
The metal smoking in a fine haze,
Watching the wax pool and the black leaving the gold and
grey.
Hold it between my two fingers, as if poised to be thread.
Take a sigh, hold a breath, and hold it to porcelain flesh.
Physical pain that makes one clench and exhale,
But controlled, so no regrets.
It's easier than that inside, no tears fall from my eyes--
Unlike the world inside my head.
Unlike my heart.
