Like silks saturated in gasoline,
My heart burns slow, dank yet ready to burst.
The poisonous glances of contempt thrown my way,
the low flying words,
rewriting a past
which to me seemed sun filled and light,
Woven into passages dripping with my failures
Wiping away all that I am.
singeing rivulets of butane
work their way through the weave,
lifting the colors
from my silken marrow,
until my skin, blistered,
feels even caresses like flames.
I hold my breath,
fearful that one move to swim
and I will explode.