There are days when the songs only increase the savage fire within my chest. Friends hiss and parents claw.

Indents upon raw skin.

There are days of white hell, when silence is only an excuse. Pretty boys savage my rotting carcass.

Tears evaporating upon hot skin.

There are days of young anger. I am a witness to the evolving of my dreams into regrets. The dog stumbles to avoid my touch.

Fire burns beauty upon soft skin.