Parchment Thin Skin

I burned the ground between us,
Set the whole forest ablaze:
And all it took was matches.
Matches and dry wood.
Matches, dry wood, and sweaty tooth grit.
You thought it was easy?
Think again.
I do nothing lightly, but
I've lit up our world.
By fire's glow
We both look like skeletons.
They tell me that's what happens when you die.

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