Fire
You started a fire
then put it out quickly,
thinking no one would notice.
But your deed is done,
ou won't let me forget.
The smoke hangs in every room.
I smell it in the hair of people
I have yet to meet.
Intoxicating my lungs,
and calling them home.
The ash covers
every ground I walk on,
it chokes me
with every breath I take.
I can never cough it out,
god knows it sticks
to my throat.
The skin is melted.
All that remains
are these thick burn scars,
that have hardened
to mimic an armour.
The fire burns in the bone cage
inside my chest,
and it never goes out.