Fire Alarm

I scare you
for good reason.
Perhaps you should trust your instincts
that the shadows within my eyes
are not just mysteries
waiting to be revealed
waiting to be released
pulled out by some hand
hoping to save my soul.
or maybe that's you.

You scare me
for good reason.
Being in the right place
at the wrong time
Perhaps it is the other way around
A bright blinking EXIT sign
and I'm suffocating from
smoke inhalation.
or maybe that's you.

Nothing is on fire yet
except for our own skin.
except for the air we breathe.
Except when we're in the same room.