Fire.
It travels around me, captivating my heart, lungs, and lips. It burns the very core of my stomach, leaving a mark of black ash, floating to my brain.
Heat.
It blows through me like a tornado, stealing homes, cars, and people into it's insides. I'm melting, each organ dripping their wax to the floor.
Burn.
Is the only word I can imagine, see, feel, hear, smell, and touch. I feel it intensifying within me, biting at every obstacle inside me.
You.
Are doing this to me.
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The only thing I want to mention grammatically is that "it's" means "it is" and "its" is possessive, as in "it owns the car". Just watch that usage. I liked it, it was interesting. I think you should devote more description to all sections, like the Melt part, where it seemed a little offhanded.
Overall I like it. Expand it and see what comes of it.
Ooohh...This was interesting indeed! And it is actually short, which is part of the reason I like it.
The ending was especially wonderful! And the imagery was very nice as well.
That's it from me