fire

b-bu-burning,

the heat almost

unbearable.

 

breakable,

precious,

expanding in my

 

gut, spreading,

through my

rib-

 

-ribcage.

through the

bones, marrow

 

melted in

the flames,

the inferno

 

so hot,

destroying

the delicate

 

wiring of

my brain,

tangled

 

and useless.

pleasant

pain, no no no no no

 

searing past

my toes,

fingers blackened

 

with soot,

chimney-sweeps

forgotten

 

and discarded

by the fireplace.

ash floating

 

in the still,

cold air,

the fire quelled

 

for now,

my bones weary,

resting for the

 

return of

the hot flames,

the b-bu-burning.

The End

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