“sext: When you first touched my leg my heart was a still lake where before I could only hear the ‘oh god, oh god’ of the brush of his fingertips. I have spent the last year coughing soot, but you tell me I reignited the flame in your throat. Is this what it feels like to be the fire and not the stake? Forgive me for being childish, but I would like to see you burn.”