Elemental fire brought forth animalistic urges too raw to call mere emotion. I longed to witness things consumed. Frightened by the beauty, I listened to the fire tongues chanting poetry, charring my inner-most being. I could not come to terms with it: that something that provides warmth and light could also be used for eternal punishment. Thus, I allowed myself to be burned away. I offered my ashes to the urn of nameless ancestors. Was the smoke of my combustion my spirit? Probably not. It was too late for those kinds of concerns. Any gods looking on would be saying, "burn, motherfucker, burn." I might have suspected it was they who lit the match, loosed the fateful lightning, if I had not already known I kicked over the lantern myself.
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Read like a grass fire. Moved fast and wild. That last line!
"I longed to witness things consumed." and oooohh that ending!