Charred Neighborhood

Do you have fire? Have you ever smelled your own burned flesh? I know that i have scars on my hands.
I like that smell of smoke, gas, and matches.
Untiring with my patients, Unmerciful with the flames.
House on fire, all that remains are cremated bodies.
A strong smell of meat invade the neighborhood.
Some people run on the streets.
The panic possesses their minds.
Ill their families are deformed and dead.
I laugh of happiness. Nobody catch me I'm hidden and I see everything that is happening. Browned skin, Bleeding muscles, Charred hair and heads, Pieces of bodies,
I help to rescue the cadavers. Touching all the burned flesh, pieces of bones and organs. Deformed corpses, cooked and fried meat, like in a big Sunday BBQ, toasted ribs, sweet human meat.