Smolder

It’s okay for you to do it
Not me-that’s different
Unacceptable, Unconscionable, Irresponsible
But I’ll do it anyway.
Spite feels good, and I want to see you burn

I don’t want to hear about self-immolation-
You’re no monk
I want to help.
No, really, I insist.
Need a light?
No?
Well, here’s a match anyway.
Make a wish.

written by Chloe

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