Friday, August 16, 2019

so light the match 

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