I can't remember what this piece of flash fiction was for but I quite like the atmosphere it has. Has possible potential (hopefully!)

It looked like hell. It was the only description that made sense; you could keep building it up, layer upon layer with more words than you ever needed. Because that was all you needed to know
It looked like hell.
Anything that could be eaten by the flames had been; snatched into that dark mouth, leaving all that had existed in crumbling piles of extinct ash. Ulcers on that mouth.
They said they didn’t know how it had started, although currently, that was not top of the agenda. Putting it out was on top of the list.
He kicked over a pinch of embers. He had to stop himself from draining his hands in the waning fires. Just because they were dying, didn’t mean their heat ended. Yet it was there, that little challenge in his mind, knowing that you can’t touch knocking glass bottles from a wall just to hear them smash and put your teeth back off edge or feel or even contemplate for fear of going through with it.
It looked like hell.