Juliette

Juliette, your cigarette has burned
Right through your face
Through your skin and through your skull
And up into your brain

It doesn't seem that you will reach
The fountain from where you are
And possibly this might just leave
A really bad, bad scar

And you're lying on the living room floor
Lying like you've done at least
On hundred times before
Burning with a radiant glow

Juliette, the fire has crept down
And your chest's aflame
Smoldering an even ring
Around your torso frame

And moving slow the amber glow
Does flicker clear and clean
It's as if someone has doused you
In white gasoline

With your ashes on the living room floor
Scattered, like they've been at least
One hundred times before
Burning off a skin that you have come to abhor

And spreading now the crackling sound
Down to your hips and waist
Traveling past your legs at last a slow but steady pace
The smell of dead skin burning lingers sickly in the air

Oh, Juliette, oh, Juliette, you don't look like you care
Though the smoldering has reached down to your knees
Moving down your shins over your ankles and your feet
Burning with a radiant glow, swallowing, devouring the tips of your toes