The fire is Her enlightenment;
Her realization of a life wasted
by not loving me.
Praying to me,
my name spelt in smoke
Escaping the blaze of her catacomb.
I breathe the scent of her
our bonds final consommation
deep inside my lungs.
Her fading song
dissipates in carbon dioxide
spinning slowly skyward.
I am Her savior:
Her end;
Her God
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