sometimes I feel sad.
sometimes I feel the kerosene burning at the bottom of my skull.
I want to let it slide down my spine.
I imagine it flowing through my muscles.
I feel them tense and pull themselves apart.
I fight back, imagining myself becoming stronger, becoming harder.
then when the pain goes away, and everything feels lighter.
The kerosene still burns at the bottom of my brain.
I cant bring myself to smother the burning.