Sense Sonnet - Chiller

 Turn to Mist

I wandered into a mine field,

Being distracted was the case.

Cause of explosions I did wield.

Now, my mind's all over the place.

My flesh and bone and other stuff

Disintegrated in the blast,

So left of me was not enough

To bury as a whole bod passed.

Rest in pieces, I guess I will.

My parts are scattered ev'rywhere,

Caught in bushes way up the hill,

As I go blowing through the air.

A corpse - I no longer exist.

I wonder if I will be mist.