Falling head first.
Distinguishing the flames.
My heart continues to burn.
Boiling the blood in my veins.
Every inch of my body hurts.
The wind crackles against my skin.
It hurts to breathe as my lungs begin to burst.
And my face stings from the powerful wind.
After falling through the dark void.
My skin begins to tear away.
As I try to scream, I lose my voice.
And my muscles contract from the pain.
As my shoulders dislocate out of place.
I fear the worst.
My bones begin to crackle as they are stripped of my flesh.
My frail body bursts into flames once more.
And my terrible mind endures through this mess.
After this, silence becomes a distinctive sound.
A cool, comfortable liquid surrounds my bones where they lay.
I realized I’m losing ground.
Everything grows cold again.
