—YES, YOU CAN STARE INTO THE ABYSS, BUT IT’S STARING RIGHT BACK
Year nine, near summer, in the back of the school bus, fire became my soul mate, raging in my chest, singing songs about a scorched earth, the past torched and obliterated. No one understood my love for unwieldy flames and so I stopped speaking, didn’t eat or sleep. After the bell rang, I walked to a gas station, filled myself with unleaded and lit a match, listening to the inferno whistle her adoration all over me, leaving nothing untouched.
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