162 Farenheit

162 162 Fahrenheit Burn. By: Rekka

Burn. Burn. I was aware of it, but I was too persistent.

I cannot touch the fl ame without getting burned, but even so, I did not fl inch. It was as if I was used to it, or perhaps grew with it.

Of course I was afraid, who wouldn’t be?

My room was covered in carmine and the doors were all locked. It was a sight I cannot seem to forget. Terrifi ed is an understatement, but all the other words were already set ablaze.

How do I light myself up without burning down?

I have been asking myself the same question at night, while holding a matchstick to start a fi re.

Burn. Burn. Ashes.