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,


I want my body to blacken

So it matches my appearance on the inside…

I want to be helpless and fold into myself.


I look so beautiful burning.