I close my eyes and think about evaporating...

First my eyes.
Eyes tight shut, I imagine my evaporating eyes streaming into the sky like cigarette smoke.
                                                                                                                                                       No.
             Eyes are much to dense to rise.
            
Slowly at first then faster,
    the fog rolls out of lids
                      flows down my cheek
                                 like the smoke from dry ice.

My skin gently wafts away in the still, calm breeze

My hair like a candle flame,
                      flickering and swaying in the wind.
                                   Growing larger and smaller and larger again

My muscles sink to ground, spreading in a misty puddle beside me.

I can feel the hollowing of my face,
                 wind scoops caverns out of my cheeks and temples.

Finally only my bones remain.
                             Steaming hot in the cool air.

Along comes a gust of wind.
                       My bones are swept into the air like ash,
                                             my flames extinguished.