ramen for breakfast

Introvert Inferno

at the beginning of grade six
the genesis of the hunger games films
i promised my friend
in this new part of my life
i will be like the mockingjay
the girl on fire!

i certainly wasn't a girl on fire
more like a girl
always burning to a crisp

i know for certain
my skin didn't used to sting like
sulphur and fire

burning with love

turned to ash with longing
melted by pixies
and combusting
always combusting by the embarrassment of being a rare breed of introvert in a forest of despair and death and mourning and judgement...

thank you, brave new world
for cooking me well done
and then allowing me to smolder into a
blushing
burning
skeleton.