Rimmed with something like ash.

I'm on fire,

but I can't feel it around my eyes anymore.

It's a problem.

I'm a problem.

There it is, on the tips of my fingers, brushing against my hips, licking my lips, 

telling me that I need to go do something. 

Do anything.

Before I burn someone.

...nope. Nope, there it is

still. 

Making my eyes sting from staring blankly into nothing for so long.

No spark, 

just flames dancing onto my cheekbones.

Scream,

because all I have is fire.