Wake up, everything is burning. It’s all a hoax. It means nothing. It’s spinning on an axis and there’s no way of stopping it. I’m using my hands to fold them in prayer but fall asleep holding them in the shape of a gun. I’m nervous. I’m a wreck. I’m burning alive, but at least I feel warmth. Unfold my grief. Let it be loud. Unleash its desire to burn. Kerosine drips from my pores and my tongue is the flame. I swear I’ll combust if you dare me. All it takes is a dare. Cut the truths. Cut the lies. Cut down every version of me that you’ve ever known- and all you’ll be left with are ashes. AMT ©️