Burn

I am flammable,
An intoxicant. People
Who talk to me say
"You have lovely eyes,
Then leave me alone at the
End of the night, go
Home to their warm beds.
And I just stagger
And burn: burn everything that
I touch; sit in my
Room and start a fire, ignite
The night and watch it
Burn.
I like the fireworks, I
Suppose; the sweet smell
Of sacrifice. I cup my
Hands, light a fag, smoke
Until the plumes sting my eyes.

My dead, gorgeous eyes.