CONFLAGURATION

 Your house was burning, and you were on fire.

Your skin melting, nerves frying, the smoke filling your lungs,

And I watched as the world around you heated up and as you let the flames consume you

As you spontaneously combusted into ashes that fell to the ground so peacefully

I thought of the many times I had been reduced to ash among embers

To the time where I was burnt beyond recognition

To the times when my house burnt down as I smoldered into the rubble

And I thought to myself

Should I have let you burn, or should I have put it out

For the pain of watching you burn felt unbearable

You were on fire, and i wanted to put it out

But I couldn't

Because the pain you'd feel from the trauma and the injury you would sustain wasn't worth living for

So I let you burn, in reluctant agony

And now that you have been on fire

Now that you know what it feels like to be consumed by an inferno so wild, you can't escape.

You will never again feel the pain of a single flame on your bare skin

You will touch those who are burning and feel nothing but a single shrivel of warmth

For you will have transcended into a being that is almost fireproof

From the ashes, you will rise iridescent

Little fires everywhere, yet you will not burn

For you have already felt the pain of combustion

And as I worried, you might slowly get numb to the point where the world is on fire, and yet you can barely feel the warmth.

You were on fire, and I let you burn.