as i put the hot metal on the fire as the metal goes red by the warmth i slowly put it on my skin it burns it stings but i keep it on my skin i hate it but i love it as i pull the hot metal away a mark remains a marking of this day a marking of misery a marking that’ll never fade i’ll come to regret this marking this marking, which reminds me of my anxiety my anxiety of the people i love leaving my anxiety of having nowhere left to hide my anxiety of being shackled to this house of memories