aflame, asunder

She proceeded,
unaware of curse
previously cast upon her.  

Nervous energy urged her forward
as dozens filled the cafe.      
diners shared laughs and drinks    
unaware their lungs filled with last breaths.
    
along with wearing the vest,    
Khava swallowed volatile chemicals,    
held explosives in anal cavity
ensuring bio-projectiles    
would hurl outwardly for maximum target damage.  
    
here culminated a brief life's work.      
amid her shrill exaltations
to the Most High
she pressed ignition button.      
incendiary combustion AND Shaman's invocation
simultaneously released.
      
the sorcerors hex induced
Khava's time-sense to a slugs crawl.      
anguish terrorized her soul
as skin, muscle, ligaments
ripped off bone for hours,    
not milliseconds.

Amid her own twisted shrieks,      
she watched her youthful body tear into      
hundreds of chunky scraps
horribly aflame, asunder
  
fleshy husk, molten guts, sharp calcified fragments
simultaneously propelled
in 360 anguished degrees
of three-dimensional direction.    

Burnt innard's alien odors
touched her nasal receptors.    
the sickening taste of herself
accompanied      
as Khava's head,      
in     the    slowest
of freeze-frame motion,    
  
dropped

to freshly
un-occupied ground