Lying flat shoulder to shoulder with my peers in this box,
I am waiting to fulfill my destiny
to bring light,
warmth,
fire,
sustenance.
Each time the box opens
I wonder if it will be my turn
to be gently lifted up by the tips of fingers
turned on my side
and drawn across the rough edge of my home.
The heat of the drag
the sizzle of the sulphur forming my head
igniting into fullness,
flamboyance.
Providing you with light
that you transfer to your candle
to cleanse the air
to fill the space
just before the orange glow creeps down my body.
consuming me
until all that is left is ash against your finger.