The Hissing Warns

Bite my tongue

Until it bleeds,

 

Steel could bend

Between my palm and digits,

It clatters to the ground

Like a bullet casing,

 

Fire consumes,

It eats like cancer to the cells,

But shhhh…

I’ll be quiet,

Swallow these flames

Let it simmer in my belly,

 

Tread lightly

The hissing warns,

Step back

The whisper advices,

Just in case

She breathes,

 

A drop of crimson

Hits the white tiles,

Two thin lips

Holding in the heat,

 

And while you

Run around the checkered board,

I’ll sit.

Silently.

Shhhhh…