Fire sears at my skin.
I flinch, unsure
of what to think…
I’m branded now.
The tattoo burned and burns
into untarnished flesh,
with no regards to
how it feels, how it hurts.
At the same time,
a sense of security
surrounds all of me,
for knowing just one thing…
From the fire I know
someone owns me.
Now I’ve got the brand,
the scars to prove it.