Lighter

The fire crackles,
Sputters it's last breath,
Before it's gone,
The room darkening.
No more gas in there,
No more fuel to keep it going.
The metal though,
It's burning hot,
Too hot to touch with a rational mind.
Press it to flesh,
Grind your teeth,
Stifle a scream.
Hold it in place until all heat has left the metal,
Transfered instead to your skin,
To form a red welt.
Heart pounding, you hide your weapon away,
Lay your body down to sleep,
To wait another say to renew the pain.