a soft burn, the gentle brush with danger
it makes me shiver, excited
i feel the sensation at the ends of my fingers
the end, thatâs what i want
the burn pricks at my wrist, and i smile softly
goodbye, i wonât be missed
it goes up my arms, wrapping its heat around me
it hurts, but not badly
an alarm goes off, iâm jerked awake
no⌠i was so close
i play with fire, in hopes itâll play me somed...