Set the House On Fire

My limbs burn with something I thought I’d forgotten, something stiff and cold sounding suspiciously like the static on a broken tv The spiders in the corners of my vision weave their webs over and under and under and over a grinding noise behind my eyes that means movement What movement means (these days) is something falling off the bone turning into a suffocated pile of flesh for the flies to inspect and tuck into The sun must have come up but I can’t tell what’s up or down or right or left So I’ll just have to settle for a burning flashlight that gets so hot the plastic around the bulb melts Causes something of a fire near my chest which spreads until all that’s left of these quiet walls has turned to ash