thatwhichisnot

It's all burning. A non-consuming flame, just like they said. I look around me, and I see that it's all on fire. It almost hurts, but not. Like a dream of falling through a chill black abyss. A slow rain of whiskey cools and warms me. Ciggarettes and beef jerky keep me fed and content. I sit here purring like a cat as the flames lick me like a lover.

I swallowed a star, and it burned in my stomack.