Blazing

Blazing. I am cinnamon candy.
I'm a match.
Mouths spit me out, blow me out.
I'm not much of a fire hazard.
I raged once
all up and down
the low road.
People snubbed me...I showed them
by burning their fucking cabins down.
I'm better now,
burning my own tongue
keeping the fire contained.
It's a high calling.
I'm not proud of this.
The first lake I see,
I'm jumping in.