I will watch as my body burns.
It will begin at the toes.
Those lifeless stubby appendages never did me any good.
Then my feet, like dehydrated rubber will turn to dense smoke.
The legs, like inverted candles, like kindling.
I will watch my body burn with pleasure.
I will, with hope, see my stomach drip to the ground, anxiously awaiting exoneration.
I will, with gleeful anticipation, see my arms and chest turn to jelly and fall upon my melted historic shell.
Only then, when this torture chamber is gone, when the bars of this prison cell are ripped open, only then will I be free.
I will, somehow, be free.
I want to watch my body burn, knowing that I am being reborn.
I want to watch my body burn, with the anticipation of my baptism.
I want to watch my body burn, knowing that when the fire goes out I will be free.