The Red

The red light burns bright through my lids, through my pores

the warmth touches my skin and leaves me with sores

my fingernails curl and my toenails disintigrate

as the hair on my head begins to evaporate

It's been a long day-

Embers fly through the air and fall on my skin

such as a teenager at the end of a school day, I am their bed

The scent of burning nose hair crawls in my head

The sound of crackling flames and sparks

each dying ember leaves its mark

as my skin begins to peel

such as a tree to its burning bark