It’s quite easy to confuse a crayon box with a matchbox

Then swipe over and over 

Til a spark ignites and the page

The scene before you resembles a mess 

That only you can uncage

Only you can see the image that’s been haunting your head

Expressed by an act that could have left you dead

None the wiser you show

Your fake friends with button noses and plastered on cheeks

What your life has come to in all its mystique

They smile on unchanged

Repeating the same phrases they have muttered all week

When squished in the belly or poked at the feet

You look around the remains of a room trying to remember when

Candlesticks became pixie sticks

And lighter were worshiped for their flame

But all that comes to mind is the time you got hurt

Making smoke rings out on the porch

Falling and flailing to the ground sparked by a torch

Where you stayed till the sky got grey

And it began to rain

It was that day you swore to never get burnt by it again

So you stuck to hop-scotch with pop rocks

And threw water balloons charged by an electric current

And maybe it’s here that someone should have asked if you should really be doing all that 

If there would be a lasting effect of driving cars to fast

And wearing flint beads around your neck

But how would they have even spoke

The exhaust had already got their throats

So they look on 

Gaze chilled and warn

Frozen solid through the bone

Hearts chilled over long ago

So you made it your goal to never let yourself cool 

Find something boiling and sharp

To get you through

As your tongue began to glow electric blue

And maybe it’s true 

You stopped by the furnace

That you knew

That you had left the crayons by the door

And that’s why you wanted to color some more