...when I opened the door
it was pitch black
only the eyes of a cat
staring back
Making my way
to the kitchen,
I lit every pilot
in wait for them
to hot
RED
I placed my hands
on each burner
fingers dancing about
gripping the flames
a rush flew through
my hand black in burn
this beautiful feeling
to hold fire
tickled my brain
as I doused it
with a glass
of white stain...
