Do you look at me?
Do you see me for who I am?
I’m not even sure that I know now.
The rain pounds unyielding
Against the window pane.
Each tiny droplet a tattoo in mimicry of my own heart.
Darkness threatens to swallow the world.
But I have a light,
However small the flame may be.
To Burn away the ghosts of the past.
To Burn away your memory.
To Burn you