Fire

My soul is raw

My flesh is charred

My lungs are filled with smoke

My lungs expand for air but instead contract and suffocate me

They become a death trap the more breaths I take

Im screaming but my cries are muted

My body is engulfed in flames

The heat boils my skin and melts my flesh to the bone

The pain is no longer present

I look down and watch as my body dissipates into nothing

My knees buckle to the ground

I no longer have the muscle that once held my joints together

I fall to the ground and wait for the damp earth to put out the fire

I no longer have lungs to breath

I no longer have the strength to fight

Im nothing but charred ash

Reviews

[Renee]

That was a fantastic poem! full of imagination and emotion

[Coyote Poetry]

A strong and powerful poem. Death by fire would be painful but very quick. I like how you described the lost of body and life in a proper sequence. A very good ending to a excellent poem.
Coyote

[TJ]

the imagery in this is amazing! this is a such a twisted and dark poem but great at the same time...i feel like I'm burning

[KimLove "The Beautiful ..]

I am not quite sure what to say... There certainly is tons of imagery because I could invision the fire as it engulfed her. Just a very intriging write. I hope one day to know what you were thinking as you wrote it. xo