Arsonists
Guilt flows through my veins
my nerves Silently screaming
Pay It No Mind
i Tell myself
But words are cheap to Trauma
echos of my Parents'
Abusers
wander crowded halls of Noise
Pounding at the walls
whenever someone brings Attention
to my Inherited flaws
Flames scorch my haunted Home
Until the only Light left is
The match they lit
















