Extinguish.

Skilled with your deck of cards

Whisper to me my future

Behind violet curtains and

Wisps of pale ghosts as I

Kneel before you, perform

My nightly ritual with holy

Water on my fingertips and

Sage burning black

Skilled with your promises of

Bright shiny things and a future

I can't run from, praying I will

Never discover what a fucking

Thunderstorm I am and guard

Every choice I make to insure that

I don't become something

You wouldn't want

Skilled with the glowing coals

From the last heartbreak I survived,

I have been stoking the fire for longer

Than you could fathom, my love, and

I am looking for any reason to

Ignite myself into flames

Skilled with this quiet determination

And silent rebellion, I can only smell

The enemy and, like my ancestors,

The only urge that I have is to

Extinguish it.

Skilled am I,

Skilled are you;

How lovely that

The devil appears in twos.