you are at home,
On your bed.
There is nowhere on Earth
you want to be
Less than your bed.
There is a cup on the nightstand
It is filled with gasoline.
You poured the cup
For some reason- you
Had been feeling ill?
It doesn’t matter.
There is a cup of gasoline
On your nightstand.
If you do not drink the gasoline
You will spill the gasoline onto your bed,
Because you are clumsy and wrong.
You will drink the gasoline eventually,
Since you would rather drink the gasoline
Than spill it and ruin your sheets.
It tastes bad in a way you deserve.
You pray you did not leave any matches on your bed.
The gasoline settles in you, and you feel it seep into your body.
You left matches in your bed.
You could swallow the match now,
Firebreather- it would hurt you
But the gasoline is already in your system
And you would rather burn it now and get it
Over with than let the gasoline rot there
But you will not swallow the match,
You would not do that to the gasoline,
It is not the gasoline’s fault you drank it,
So the gasoline sits inside of you
And you breathe fire anyway.
Well, firebreather, you burnt your bed.
Your sheets are ruined.
You are burning on the inside, and
You wonder if you couldve prevented the damage.
You could have.