Art of Arson

If I lay in darkness,
Find my fury.
The shades of scarlet that spell your name
In flames.

You are fading,
Behind clouds of smoke
I see your face
In dreams, I feel weary
Carrying you as always.

Walking over coals,
It's hard to remember
Is it you I hold?
Or you that holds me?
All I can feel is the burning.

Arriving, running finger tips
Over old scars, over open wounds
Blood that smolders
Hearts beating ardently
And they drown the sorrow of your memory.

It's ending
And all I have is anger
Not recalling why:
I loved you,
I loathe you.

Arson fire by us.
Leave the past blazing
The ruins of us turning
To cinders, to ash, to soot.

Leaving us Criminals
With matches in our hands
And fires in our hearts.

-Noemi E. Garcia Rigsby