Engulfed egos

Your fire burns my nose like salt water

I try calm the flames 

I can’t put your crackle out

It always finds its little spits on my skin

Burning me quick with the cold seeping in long after

We’re in a stand-off 

I’m ready to walk off

Looking forward with backward tracks

Lingering hands on the trigger

Hesitant to handover

Impulse fidgets to shoot and run 



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