My skin is on fire, So I just slip out the back and watch my body burn from the corner. The shadows racing back and forth across the floor makes me giggle, they're so silly. It's like they're dancing to the crackling sounds of the flames breaking my skin apart. The shadows get taller as the light sinks when my body falls to its knees, and then to the floor. The shadows dance less as they grow. Now they're tall and solemn, like they've become old men dawned from the husks of dancing youths. The main fire has passed on and my carcass is just smoldering now, with a subtle orange glow. The room is barely lit at all and the shadows have become barely noticeable they're so faint. They stand still, like headstones. Soon they fade away completely, and darkness overtakes the room.
As I leave the room, I wonder if my new body-less life will have the same blueprint: Dancing youth, Solemn elder, Fade to black.
