They say that full thickness burns are painless
though the epidermis never truly heals.
Tight scars engulf you –
if you’re lucky, you survive the onslaught.
Me, I look exactly as I was before,
so the immolation must have been minor,
or so others say.
Scratch beneath the surface
and you will reveal the echoes of what was said, or worse –
The air still hangs heavy between us,
leaden, oily, ready to ignite.
Oh, we had a spark alright
but left uncontrolled
with no firebreak between us
inflagration was inevitable.
To all, to all, but us.