Salt thrown outward— a cast over fire.
Salt thrown outward— a cast over fire.
A flame across my tongue burns, cleanses, grounds in acidic course.
That searing knife cuts straight to the core of it—facing truth from the belly of grief and shadows deepens us.
Words in volumes of flame burned from their hearts.
White fire traces my mind and relieves my heart its red—baptism. Pour your religion over me once again.
Your warmth against my ritual feed, piping along the ridges of rust and salt, sparks a new beginning.
The oil slides into the pan, pooling, spreading, heat-entranced.
Forgetting all that would not carry, setting me purified, consoling the dead until reforged in Him.