Arsonist

There's fire inside these flesh walls.
Monumental....
god help us all.
The flicker,
and smoke in my breath
that follows after the tiny tinder
went up like a ribbon of gauze.
This life needs an exhaust.

Burn to live...
Live, to fan the awesome burn.
It's not satisfactory
when we are safe.
A dangerous silence only shows
soon there will be a wreck.

If you stand with a
handful of unlit matches,
be careful around my heart fire,
and as you see me lose the battle,
of this inextinguishable inferno
promise to save my ashes.
Hold it with certainty that I was
highly flammable.
There was little warning.
Some things in this world
are destined to catch fire.
Namely when you swell 
with an arsonist.