Flames

the fire burns when i touch it. Hot and true. I let it.
Its better than acknowledging the pain of losing...again.
I cling to the pain with trembling fingertips.
Let the tears fall, ignored.
it hurts less to wound than it does to admit defeat

so i bleed
i burn
i hide my fear
and my sadness
behind this facade
once more.

I scream behind my mask of sanity and
pray to all the gods i dont believe exist.

I cry out for some kind
of retribution


but to no avail.

there is no response
only the sound of my tears
choked back down my throat
swallowed with animal instinct
pride

and the rapid
pumppumppump
of  my heartblood begging me for action

and the quiet
quiet sound
of the locks clicking shut in my mind

locking it all
away