Fire Dreams

Gasoline poured,

Into my hollow chest.

You gently pulled the match tip,

Across my ribs.

Scorching me,

From the inside out.

Smoke pouring out of my lungs,

I watch you take a deep breath,

As the white clouds,

Drift into your nostrils.

You have burned me,

You have inhaled my pain.

But you have not won.