The smoke is arising before my eyes,
I see the flames stare at me,
Its deep enraged eyes warn me of the onslaught.
I put my hand right in.
I writhe with the flaring pain.
I had been warned and yet..
Did I ignore? or did I choose to ignore?
...I awoke to the fire still burning bright and my hand still on my lap.
There is an ominous, all consuming desire to hurt oneself.
The reasons behind are vague like the apparitions that follow me.
Sometimes, just sometimes I wish I burn inches and feel the agonizing pain.
May be then I realize that it is a dead end, that there is a garden right behind me, that there are my people right behind me and that there is life behind me.
There is no pathway ahead. Just that fire.
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