suffer sweetly

i’m cornered. by fire and ice and masked men. i’m small and scrunched and screwed. i dig my nails into my palms. white knuckled. pain is my friend. sometimes. transformation is on the other side of the flames. feel the fear of getting burnt. hope for it. douse yourself in fuel. i’m learning to listen to the things i already know in my head. autumn everything dies, beautifully. rebirth. regrow. suffer sweetly.