Firestarter
Sprint.
Sprint from the scene like the coward you are.
Don't bother pulling the fire alarm or even turning out the lights as you leave.
For that matter, turn everything on.
Turn on the TV.
Turn on the radio.
Turn on the blender, vacuum cleaner, fans, iron, and furnace.
Turn on every goddamn light.
Let the cacophonous roar drown out everything.
Let the light grow so bright that you can't see your reflection anymore.
Let the sounds grow so loud, those lights so bright that you can't think,
you can't speak,
you
can't
even
breathe.
You remember.
It's obvious that you do.
You have chosen to forget.
Forget the words you said.
The words you thought you meant.
The promises you thought you would keep.
You set it aflame only to let it burn.
You have more than the means, motive, and opportunity to watch your work.
You have the temptation.
You turn away, however.
You run away, however.
You sprint.
So turn it all on.
Put the distortion on high.
Let the
TV,
radio,
blender,
vacuum cleaner,
fans,
iron,
furnace,
and every single one of those goddamn lights
Block.
It.
Out.
Let the flame from one of your little matches grow to the point of inferno. Pretend that you don't know it won't eventually burn you.
What would they think of you?
If they knew what you did.
If they knew you lit the match.
If they knew you burned it to the ground as you oh-so-deceitfully intended to do.
Good thing you will never know.
You will never know what they think.
Between the flame,
the cacophony,
the blinding light,
and your righteous self-satisfaction,
How could you?
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much respect,
josh
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