I Am

I sat, my eyes glued to the blaze. There the bodies writhed, not screaming, I doubt they could scream, but they writhed. Was it agony? Could they feel? I watched as another pair stumbled over the precipice and into the inferno. No, they hadn’t the…what was the word? Self-preservation? Self-consciousness? Self. That’s it. There was no, “I am,” within them anymore, and they could not stop themselves from walking off that cliff and falling into the bed of burning tires I’d set below. I sat before the hell I had fashioned, meditating on the terrible justice of the I Am.