Lighters

We used to burn each other with lighters.

The metal on the top looked like a face.

We would keep the flame lit until the metal was blistering hot.
Hold it down on each other's legs until the image
of a smily face was seared into our skin.

15 years old.

I would sit alone in my bedroom at night
and run my fingers over the scabbed smily face
looking up at me.

Remembering how my skin had sizzled.

Remembering how much I had enjoyed it.