The beauty in burning things

Cauldrons, witchcraft, a mummy unraveled
A desire in my eyes bigger than such delights;
A fire! A fire! Alighting a love covered
In several layers of lovers cement.
Imagine- my hand cupping fire.

Like a boy experiencing the cushions of feminism
I pile the gasoline on death's victory
A war! A war! Between living and supremacy
I will triumph in this battle.
Roaring- I choose the death bed.

For one terror filled moment of the paranormal
I salt the wood, object and land beneath my feet
Taking a teaspoon in my beautiful figure
My face wrinkles with distaste.
Experiencing- a ritual belonging to cults.

Click. My reject lighter creates a flame
With a force that ripples the air
The lighter seeks the wood to grow
Producing a phenomenal greater than Earth.
Transfixed- the fire of my desire.

Pyromaniac flames warm my chilling body
I cover myself with fuel like it was water
The smell burns my nostrils and chokes my throat
Stepping into the burning wood and salt.
Flaming euphoria- I stand untouched.