Flames

Flame Ignite the end of the white baton and breathe in deep Watch the crimson ash flicker with each Pull pull pull. Release. Pull in all the momentary kindness the feeling of release relaxation regret momentary satisfaction with the ever present inevitability of future agony erase the worries and stress just Pull. Release. Knowing it will be over soon One flash of brief Pleasure perfection promise He can change, he will change This time is different Pull. Release The moment ends Pain begins, nausea, heart palpitations, watery eyes Fire is gone only darkness left Ash