Begging To Burn

She always comes to me when she's afraid she is losing the ability to feel. She steps on my toes, curls her fingers around my manhood, and screams into the ears she finds most trustworthy for such situations. Hoping that I'll sink my teeth into her mistrust, and she'll find the fading burn she so desperately clings to. But, I'm tired of being a martyr for the fluididity of complacent existence. I am not a hero, nor am I a villain. I am only a man, endeavoring through the very same storm, she is so bent on braving alone. So instead of breaking the flesh of her, I cut into my own, and show her the mirrored veins of my disposition and await the sting I always expect from showing anyone the depths of my affliction. -James Kelley 2014, All rights reserved.