Still Remains

By Shelley M. Latreille

The life I lead is charred with still remains.
I spy fire and watch as it burns malevolently.
I move closer to hear its snap and crackle.
My eyes begin to melt and slither away from their sockets,
slipping down onto my cheeks, forever leaving a wax stain.
No longer having a need for my eyes, I feel the red burn into my skin.
Fibrous tendons run deep and rampant.
Hair strangles the sinuses as fire creeps closer.
Muscles and tendons weave into a massive pile that’s unrecognizable.
Veins explode and blood runs dry.
The water content contained within my body evaporates.
I convulse joyously as my flesh blisters and dissolves into small, symmetrical puddles.
My bones yearn for more action and inch closer.
The ashes clog my respiratory system until I can no longer breathe.
My lungs burst and the dust settles into my esophagus.
My bones move slowly into the fire and are instantaneously obliterated.
I have become a victim of an innocent fire that’s simply trying to be itself,
radiating out and attempting to meet new people and make friends.
Physically, I am no more, but mentally, I am so much more.
Fire breathes lessons, knowledge, and destiny.
Fire continues on its way, ever the optimistic one.
Fire is coming for you, waiting to play with you, consume you, know you, be you!
What remains of your essence will be left up to you.
The air you breathe… the life you lead… your existence… all belong to FIRE!