He drenched himself in Ronsonol lighter fluid, the irrepressible sting of it stained my nasal glands Flick, flick, flick---it started with the puddle that filled the spaces beside his body and it all happened so rapidly; by the time I could smell the pungent odor of his sneakers melting, his jean-covered kneecaps were already ablaze Something in his body turned the flames blue-and-so licking him like an ocean's stay in Hell had leaked through a crack in the pavement
Skin boiled now, blood and epidermis colliding morphing into globules-bursting and bubbling volcanic masses-God, it's all so much more horrific than those gore movies I used to swear I understood -- the face of a male whom I had just seen now blending into blacks, blues, oranges, and gooey-oozing blobs of tarred scarlet Blackened muscle slobbering from bone, loose orange furls of hair that existed mere minutes before were turned into particles of matter sparking from the gluttonous fire devouring the whole of a human
I wondered what his last thoughts were, I wondered if the inferno tickled his brain bits as it prowled about the vessel, I wondered if the flame latched sizzling silk fingers around his soul -and the colors such an act would produce-
If one is consumed by all his hate does it burn up the soul, too?