Once again, I am burning alive between two gospels and a lie.
Your eyes tell me adventures I wish I were naïve enough to try.
The heat engulfs my left lung when you ask if I am ready.
To spite my consciousness, I drop into the flames, hot and heady.
I heard they used to call you unsteady, what a loud falsity.
They probably confuse every fire with misunderstood honesty.
And my palms shiver as I reach out but the heat is shaking too –
Cannot help but wonder if you ever knew
How I incinerated for you.
-JW
The Daily Writing of Jackie Wright 