My skin hangs in shreds,
heat pouring off
in memory of the flame.
It was supposed to be savory,
sweet even
with a bit of spice...
a taste I yearned for.
I didn't expect the pain.
I didn't stay in contact long.
Just a grazing touch
was enough
to leave its mark
of scorching burns.
I know of no cure
for this ailment
just time to heal the wounds.
So please,
I beg of you,
be wary
when you start into
a slice of pizza...
and blow on it first.
