It’s like something funny, a ghost dancing in the flames.
I can see that I’m burning but God, the fire makes my skin look so bright.
The smoke is suffocating. Holding my breath doesn’t work because I can’t stop laughing the ashes from my bones, but that’s okay.
Even though I can tell we’re spiraling into something dark, I like the way this fall spins us.
It makes us dizzy, like a drunken night. I can’t stop grinning even if soon I will be sick. The sick doesn’t sound so bad to ears ringing with music.
Eons from now I won’t remember the pain of the burn; I’ll think of the vibrance of the flames.