Turn away from me. Turn off the porch light. Hide the matches. Lock the doors and close the windows. Listen for the wind. I come through like a fucking storm. I threaten to torch pavement. Cough up embers. Watch the streetlights explode. I let my tears turn to kerosine and ignite the entire thing. Call my mother to come get me because she’s all that I have left. Her bones are tired from carrying it all and I guess mine are too. Help guide me home. Show me the river and let it wash my sins away. Show me grace. Show me your favorite way to heal and I’ll hold back the fire. Promise to only use it to keep you warm. I won’t let it wreck you too. -AMT