In the showet I sit <br />I close my eyes and let the water run <br />Over my face <br />I turn the water hotter <br />and hotter still <br />Burn away these thoughts <br />Scald away these images <br />Raw lust <br />For a blade <br />I haven't touched <br />In ten long months <br />I write now in pencil <br />I couldn't find a pen <br />My hair is still wet and tangled <br />From the shower, <br />Didn't bother to brush it <br />Staring at the streetlight <br />The rest of the world falls into the flame <br />My retnas burn <br />I look away <br />Menthol burns my throat <br />The cherry from my cigarette <br />Falls onto my arm <br />I don't brush it off <br />My pencil scurries across the paper <br />And I inhale the poison <br />To rid me of my lust.<br /><br />Kayla Peterson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/fire-lust-and-poetry/
