THERAPY SESSION

twenty-six » t h i g h s

it burns
an inferno
desperate flames
climbing up
as they touch each other
kissing hungrily

but i hate it
i hate it how they rub themselves
and skin bubbles
hubbles
like it's the jelly you eat for breakfast
every day

they are pinned together
like paint and canvas
but i don't create art
i build pain and emotionless faces
to protect myself from the heat

work harder
cherish less
smaller circles
of white porcelain
less glittering, more green

i don't deserve to be proud
not yet
not before the fire turns to air.