Old scars, they only ache at odd moments.
Sometimes when your alone, by yourself
When your mind begins to wander in the
Other times your ina crowded room. One
word, one touch, one movement will spark something deep inside you. Causing it to
rise to the surface like yeast. Then the flame ignites, catching everything in its path on fire.
Scorching it into nothing but ashes.
Afterwards you are fine, the warmth of the
fire has died leaving you almost unbearably
cold. Now you take a deep breath, and shake
yourself back to the present. Then you smile over at the person sitting next to you. Hoping
they didn't notice what just burned another layer of your soul.