Rotten
Flowers Don't Grow Here
There is fire in my veins. It licks at every corner of my body, my soul, my mind. I'm not just smoldering, I'm burning.
Everyone I know burns from the outside in. They let others serve as the flames, to lash away at their flesh until there's nothing but muscle and then bone.
I am the opposite. I burn myself. I am my own fire, my own downfall. I control it all, and yet none of it. I melt away without complaint, without comment. I'm exploding into ash every single day and there's nothing I can do to stop it.
Everyone I know burns from the outside in. They let others serve as the flames, to lash away at their flesh until there's nothing but muscle and then bone.
I am the opposite. I burn myself. I am my own fire, my own downfall. I control it all, and yet none of it. I melt away without complaint, without comment. I'm exploding into ash every single day and there's nothing I can do to stop it.