And All Around Me Is Burning
I felt the flicker in my fingers when I was stroking the cat. It always starts like that.
A flicker.
And then the burning comes like you’ve put your hand into molten candle wax. Then your skin goes numb. You can’t feel the burning any more.
It’s almost pleasant.
When I was younger, they used to think I did it on purpose. They thought I had issues. That’s what everyone always thinks when you’re not like everybody else.
It could never be something a little bit different. It could never be a special power. It could never be magic.
Magic doesn’t exist.
