A soft autumn night
turned stone cold,
goosebumps wrapping my skin as I lay.
The image of handmade paper lanterns next to the TV
burnt into my eyes, adamant to focus on anything else
in that dimly lit room.
Maybe if I could press the sights
into my skull
I wouldn\'t have to attend to the scars seared into my skin.
Maybe the burns would just disappear if I learned to forget.