severed fingers in the sinders.

The touch too hot it burns my fingers
sethers the skin on my hands as i try
but like an animal i pursue the sinders
place my hand in the fire to catch a fly.
Trembling hands retreat once more
to tingle against the spring summers air
the red burns blister and glare red sore
but the owners ignorant and doesnt care.
Once more into the fires flame
the hands delve to the heart and core
the eyes wide mad as if it a game
but the hands retreat to cold air once more.