so light the match
tonight
tonight
there will be no rest
not while black knots
sink into my core
you i
i you
in the end where
there is only oblivion
in the end where
i become death
where i trap you under
my soot-sullied boots
where the only word
i breathe is blaze
within the fire
within the fire
to start again
within the fire
within the fire
*Published in The Ekphrastic Review’s Mark Rothko Writing Challenge on 8/16/19