and before i pootle off to bed & because i haven't written anything substantial, or interesting in ages, i thought i'd share this little thing with you peeps:

Blister

I had held the flame in my hands, cupped as it flickered between my fingers.

Somewhere between the burning and the blisters.

There was a moment where it had been not too hot and not too cold.

It passed.

Leaving me with the scars.


I'll get my own web-site soon, for these morbid little things. i promise.

it's late & i'm off to bed.