Sauna

Sweat pulled from under my dry skin as the heat envelops me,
Slowly I wash the walls with water,
but is my mind that needs to be cleaned.
The thermostat needle continues to rise,
I inhale fire through my nostrils,
but it seems my exhales are even hotter,
The wooden walls seem to soak up my thoughts,
but when I leave everything come with me,
This pen is hot like i am writing with lightening,
and the ink drips out of my pen like lava.
Every inch of my skin glistens,
and for a moment I am content.