Firestarter

I’m the kind of person who builds their lives from the charred remains in flames.
When there’s nothing left but soot under my fingernails, it’s time to start again.
I like it that way.
I tell myself, I am a phoenix.
Rising from the ashes in glorious plumage, whilst all around me becomes mere dust.
Chest puffed out, head held high, eyes the colour of fire and rust.
And as I stretch my wings,
I can achieve anything.

But maybe I am no phoenix.
Maybe I am pyromaniac.
Not to be trusted with matches,
Dra...