The Death of a Chimney Sweep

He felt the wind blow though his hair, getting warmer and warmer the lower he fell with smoke still stinging his eyes. The heat was soon enough to break a sweat across his brow and before he knew what was happening to him he felt the leather of his gloves catch fire. He inhaled to scream only to catch smoke and embers in his mouth that burned holes into his tongue. His whole body was engulfed in the flames of the furnace and he still had not hit the bottom. The skin of his arms began to drip upwards as it melted off of his bones against the winds taking with it the ashes of his sleeves. The world around him had turned from smoke to brimstone within seconds. Before he hit bottom his eyes shut and his connection with the conscious world broke. He was cold then suddenly.