A streak of flames
chases me
down familiar
family streets,

pass memories,
those sweet vagaries
of yester year,

and in their wake
the fires take
all that I was,

incinerate
all I hated
and what I loved.

Smiles and friends,
fun weekends
turn to ash.

Faces of
my loved one
blur and
fade too
freaking fast.

Childhood homes
and adult apartments
crumble under
the burning fury
of all the rage that was lit.

School playground
and the campground
where grandpa worked,

like all of us
turn to black dust
and disappear.

Then all the stars
that I once watched
blink out of
existence,

the last thing
that I feel
is my consciousness
disintegrating,
as tingling bits of me
are being rended from
my dying reality.