Consumed

There. Searing across my vision.

My entire world flaming. Blistering. Stinking of rotten flesh.

Fizzling out into nothing but charred scabs of brick.

Each tower, which had once peered down upon the world.

Each fortress, which had entombed my impregnability.

Gone. All of it. Consumed.

I groped desperately along the ashen ground. 

In search of something. Anything.

Each fragment disintegrated in my grasp and poured through my fingers.

Aided by the streams of tears, they muddied the pile beneath my feet.

All the oxygen had been sucked from the atmosphere.

I was tumbling into the unknown vastness of the universe.

Unable to expand my lungs. Eyes. Flesh. Rending in the hostile cold.

Utterly desolate. Powerless. Unhinged from reality.

Nothing more to hold me to the earth.

Gravity herself had lost her grip.

There I was. Floating. Insubstantial. Aimless. Vacant.

Liberated.