Step one is to wait.
Stumble around until something halts, in amazement, your hurried gait.
Step two is to stare, memorized like.
Until you physically feel the expansion of your iris dilating in your eyes.
Step three is to imagine. Maladaptive dreams.
Hold hostage to an image that will never be freed.
Step four is to think and think and think and think.
Your thoughts become a passion that will drive you toward the brink.
Step five is difficult, but learn to love the feel of heat.
The fury that has nested inside you will require coldness to forever cease.
Step six: take a mallet, crack open your heart.
That organ holds the fuel to get the fire to start.
Step six (continued) because of the hesitation.
You've been closed and cold and scared. Go stare at the glass above the basin.
Step seven is to get ready since we're almost through.
Brace yourself for the way that you're about to be consumed.
Step eight is to say it. Say it. Say it out loud.
Your breath will be scorching when the words leave your mouth.
Step nine is to forgive me for taking you through this.
All of this anxiety for not a single fire lit.
Why did I do that? You wanted burns and blisters?
I saved you. I gave you another way to wither.
I helped you face what's in you when you didn't even know it
Why would I let you start two fires?
You're already pyrophobic.