Burning

It looks so beautiful burning…

Fire is eating it,

Consuming it.

Helplessly it burns

And folds into itself.

I'm sure if it was alive,

It wouldn't be thinking about the pain-

It wouldn't think period.

That is what I think as I sit and observe the object enflamed.

My mind wanders off…

A smile spreads across my face and my eyes widen

As I imagine myself taking its place in the flames:

I want to be eaten,

Consumed.

I want my body to blacken

So it matches my appearance on the inside…

I want to be helpless and fold into myself.

Ah…

I look so beautiful burning.