Fire Poem by Michael Witkowski

I am scared by the fire
I am scared by my self
i- whose force unknown
may drag this hand into the red

imagine how my hand sizzles
how pain maims me to nerves
skin changes turns red and rose
black ashes- in strife for gross
behaviour

in your teeth and tongues that
have scintillating orange core
and yellow tooth enamel
i find my joy

nature free relieved
of qualms and pressure