I touch the cold metal,
spin it
and see flames.
Draw you closer to my face
your hot, red light
and breathe you in.
I watch you burn
the ember growing brighter
as it fills me.
Brighter and hotter
closer to my mouth
inch by inch
until you grow cold
and fall away.
From one flick of my hand,
I control you
I make you.
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