Fire

Fire. Have you every actually felt fire on your skin? Other than the occasional "How close can you get to the candle?" game played as a stupid kid/teen, I have not felt fire. Until now. I would describe it to you as the flesh being melted off my feet by an unbelievable force full of extreme torment. I suck in my breath in ragged spurts as the pain rips into spaces between my toes that I was unaware even contained nerve endings. It's a crippling pain that continues to raise my blood pressure until I am certain a stroke will kill me. The agony this fire brings is not one I would wish on anyone, except perhaps enemies during times of war, or the guy that cut me off on my way out of Starbucks yesterday. The pain is getting worse, I am sure I will black out at any moment. If I don't live through this, tell my children I love them and if they ever get Athletes Foot, forget this hokey, backwoods, fire water crap! Go for the drugs man! Don't dump apple cider vinegar on your precious piggies!