A possibly disgusting poem,
My eyes are burned out
and lead a pathway to my sinuses
and to the wet interior of my throat.
Auburn tresses in bouncy curls disintegrate
in one hot spasm
as my skin peels away and turns to smoke.
The layer of fat beneath
fuels the malevolence of flame
and lights my body into a torch.
Blood evaporates as it continues to pulse,
collapsing my heart
and filling my lungs with air-rich liquid
that will start a blaze to eat through my chest
when the fire reaches them.
Meticulously trained muscles contract violently
and pull my frame into contortion;
heat passes through their blood-enriched walls
and cook my organs until all is consumed.
My skull is hot and sears the furrowed surface of my brain,
brings buffering fluid to a boil.
The fire drinks the water from my joints,
and engulfs nerves from the core of my spine.
All this time my bones are baking,
tempering like clay in a kiln, hardening.
My ribcage is soon empty,
and flames ravage through my abdomen,
core me through to my pelvis.
The tongue that has known sweetness
and salt and sour is now dried up
and smoldering in my mouth;
my teeth roast soft gums,
and all my flesh is gone.
I am stripped clean,
hands cupped with nothing more to offer.