Poem

Burn amidst coals made cherry
The sweet smell of burnt flesh dancing
Rapturous
Stepped into flames in confidence
Now just wishing the flames seared faster
Nerve endings screaming then going silent
A game played out
Directed by hand to, inevitable, disappointment
Unable to breathe, or speak,
One step from dissolution

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