like gospel your words stuck in my head

branded, seared, imprinted each syllable

on my skull’s walls and crevices

liquid warmth filling up my edges

it tastes as if it’s so comfortable that

it starts being uneasy

it burns like the day

i started to play with fire

i forgo of my past

the future like a forest fire-

inevitable; and it happens to be summer

the present heavy in my veins, no bargains...