Today, I set myself on f***ing fire
Today I lit a match and set myself on fucking fire
I watched as my imperfections were singed
I don’t remember the heat of the flames
I remember the smell of my own vulnerabilities
Set ablaze by the societal demands on a young woman
A life begins in striving
Ends in catching that final breath
As fire engulfs me
Stealing the oxygen from my lungs
As I drown without water
The gates open
Wounds I thought closed
Ripped open and debrided with the fire burning me alive
Today I found myself underwater while on land
Drinking my own thoughts like compliments about my looks
As I choke on the bitter sweet words willing their way out
I swallow hard trying to force the words down
with the molasses thick saliva stuck inside my mouth
Instead, all of the words I have been dying to say fall out
Today I lit a match and set my words on fire
Nurturing the fire in my soul
Healing the torn apart wounds
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