Burn Me

Burn me; Burn me.

Burn me like hot leather

Burns skin when it has

Lingered too long. 

Burn like spits of firey water burns

Individual spots of skin that

Have leapt out 

From a pan that has long

Passed its boiling point. 

Overthrow the idea that

I am fragile.

That I need protection 

From your spiteful,

Burning tongue

That demands to be

Heard and unforgotten

As it wraps its

Scorching claws around 

My neck refusing

Manumission. The 

Words you whisper are

Juxtaposed to your very being:

"What are you frightened of?"

You are desperate for the answer to be

You.

You are not my answer. 

Its me. I am my biggest fear. 

I am my biggest fear as I know

I will let you 

Abuse and relent me

With no consequences

And above all

I will let you. 

I will let you 

Burn me.

And once you say it's

time to stand my

skin will be 

stuck to that 

hot leather 

and I will have to 

peel myself

away from it.