THE BOY WHO LOVED FIRE
a thousand questions.
first, do you ever look down at your hands and wonder to whom they belong to? Do you look in the mirror and see a body instead of yourself as a person? Do the voices in your head get so loud sometimes you begin to shake? have you ever stared at your human body and felt trapped in a house you never called your own? I see through your soul. there is gasoline in your veins. Your fingers are made of matches. There is art on your tongue and need in your eyes.
first, do you ever look down at your hands and wonder to whom they belong to? Do you look in the mirror and see a body instead of yourself as a person? Do the voices in your head get so loud sometimes you begin to shake? have you ever stared at your human body and felt trapped in a house you never called your own? I see through your soul. there is gasoline in your veins. Your fingers are made of matches. There is art on your tongue and need in your eyes.
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