Here's a piece I wrote about when I burnt myself falling down the stairs with a big pot of hot grease.

September Rain

My feet betray me
as grease-slicked boot meets rain-covered stair

They reach for the sky
and leave me
to my own devices.

My ass seeks support
and finds it in the form of a wet step.

The grease flies
upwards
and comes down
like a harsh rain full of hate.

Where it falls it makes slick
where it falls it ravages.

Soaking through clothes
and kissing the flesh underneath

kissing with pain.

Sliding down into a grease-slicked boot and making the inside grease-slicked
grease-slicked and hot.

I
can’t
control
the
screams.