Feels like fire in between my rib cage when you speak,

the heat of your words errupts into my body.

I grab my chest and cling on tight,

waiting for the rescue crew to hose me down.

There is no flame hotter than your voice,

cremating all my emotions till they die down.

Nothing survives you.

You char out the life inside me.

I've got the 3rd degree burns to prove it,

right across my heart.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

You burn me to the ground, and build me back up ... just to light me up again. You are a wicked form or arson.

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