When the fire is hot
And my guard is down…
The fire finds my skin and claims it.
It screams.
Transforms fair white to blood red.
It takes but a mere moment to change it forever.
It doesn’t long to be touched.
It doesn’t crave to be seen.
It needs to hide and heal in private.
One day the hurt will stop.
One day the scar will fade.
But when you look closely…
It’s there. It’s always there.