Saturday, April 16, 2011

Day 16

Sparks erupting
From the caldera
Make a fast course
To my face, my hands
Yellow fire
Flying down my sleeve
Consuming the surface
Roaring, rumbling, grinding the flesh
My body dragged,
Pitched, pulled apart
Skin and hair reduced to ash
In an instant the fire subsides
A glorious end
Finally, nothing is required

Your mission is to create a poem, either by erasing words from the paragraph, or recombining the words that are already there.