Obsidian

I hold the fear right next to my heart

crammed inside the cage of ribs

pressuring my lungs to burst

With every inhale

In one exhale you broke away

After months of holding you close

So close you became a mechanism

A match for the candle

A hand for the fight

In a breath I was left alone

without a flame to feed

Or a fist to clench

And the fear eats away at my muscle

Coagulates the blood to obsidian

Nightly, I dream of your return

I dream of you softening me

Your hand crushing that black rock to dust