the rage trickled down my fingertips
slick like gasoline
the match made my eyes glaze
the flame burned my lips
the fire churning inside me
the candlelight choked me
with those feather like hands
the glow made my cheeks rosy
the flare reached up
and slapped my cheek
the way you did
the honey colored shadow
draped across my skin
with ember in my eyes
and ash on my lips
The Evolving Muse 