My mother had always said my temper was like a fire
Wild, feral, uncontrollable once it was set alight
Engulfing anything that fed its ravenous hunger
You had grabbed the lighter
Striked it across my face
Burned my body, charred my voice
The flame inside choked me, clawed at my throat
Stifling and angry, threatening to erupt
Escape, it had whispered
Now, the blaze flutters too close to my face
The sirens screeches too loud for my ears
The smell of gasoline on my hands grows too strong for my nose
The sight of your house, a pyre now, too searing for my eyes
The flame; it had escaped
And had taken everything that fed its inferno with it