lighter fluid

by Jason Alan

I smell lighter fluid
and sulphur
I smell a strike anywhere match
but not only that
I smell the sweat
of a voyeur
I smell it all
in the fibers of my clothes

do you see those flames?
do you smell those beautiful colors?
the beauty of destruction

I hear sirens
the tapping of my feet
on the sidewalk
I hear heavy breathing
the beating of my heart

and I feel sadness
and longing
because I can’t see
those beautiful flames
anymore