Flame

I felt the living flesh twitch under my hand,
I felt on my fingers the course dry sand,

I saw the red-black heat haze with my own eye,
I saw the anger tarnish even the blue summer sky.

I smelled the heat and smoke in the air,
I smelled the singeing of my own long hair,

I heard the sounds of a city dying,
I heard the calls of the distant gulls flying,

As my world burned I fled to the white beach.
I fled to a coast the flames couldn't reach.

But the flames found me.
They find me each night
They eat at my bones
And I shudder.