El
Your searing ignition.
This precious fuel.
This stoic reaction,
So flawless,
So cruel.
The weight of the fractures set into your soul.
This giving combustion,
The heat that it throws.
The contours you’ve cast,
Outlined far from their knowing.
Their shadows projections obscuring your vision.
The vaccum you feel,
It draws in in the mire.
Guttural contortions feed and devour.
These cavernous depths,
So beautifully vast.
Bury me here,
In this subterranean art.