272/365: Running Through Fire
I ran helpless through that fire
while everyone was busy cooking supper,
away from the dark forest thick with fine scrub,
my cheap sneaker's rubber soles bubbling up,
squeezing my feet tight inside them
as their bottoms twisted.
I limped for days to avoid admitting
that I had ruined my shoes
while saving my life
from those fingers in the dark
and the voice that whispered,
You love it.
You love it so much,
you're scared you love it.