as quiet as a fire

the sun stares back at me in awe.
it doesn't hurt.
i've become trained for this – cruelly so, if i must say the least.
my feet sink lower into the ground; i'm finally ready. my lips part, but words refuse to come out. instead a thread of snowflakes flees to the air.
the sun once burned my eyes to the point i had to close them involuntarily – but everything has changed. i can now fight back, thanks to you.
i dance slowly, my steps are as light as the brains floating around me. i don't care if it hurts – no one ever cared when it hurt me. i once burned to keep them warm, but not anymore.
i can make them scream, out of both pain and pleasure. i'm not really like any other element you encounter; i walk between the crowds, not making a single sound. i sting and fight and kill without leaving a single evidence – everything quietly turns to lifeless ashes.
you'll never know it's me.
however, you'll search for me. you'll look for my scent in between your sheets, but it'll be too late. i would have already carved holes into your pillow, reminding you of how empty you'll feel without me, every damn night.