Gasoline tank in hand, flames whip around this man. A stranger to me now, with fury in his brow. Glows from behind him shake in fear of the wind, and in fear of him, then; with a hint of a grin, he hurls the tank toward me. Like a dazzling fire ball, it floats and spins on air until gravity falls. Red, orange, and yellow light, partially blind my sight. There’s not enough blindness for eyes not pass by his evil and malicious alcoholic numbness. Sweltering heat curtain, you melt my ice away. My frozen statue ends by flames of rage today. It is too late to scream, and it’s too late to sing ‘Hallelujah,’ I’m free! How wonderful to be, unchained from the ferocious spite of fire and ice.