Fighting Fire with Molotovs

Tight stretched skin, not unlike leather parchment Adorned with scars and burns and such carvings Among the colors, red ink's enrichment Envelops a file cabinet's burnings Advice from the mental advisory Suggests that all these thoughts be locked away In filing in forgotten drawery To the night is left burdens of the day Where were they all put, these things once forgot? Within the belly of the hungry fire Sift the ashes in its wake, all for naught Unabated, flames climb ever higher Once-was engulfed, still the fire spreads untamed Lost memories, the cost of ink unnamed