Yield
To the open space
Left in your wake
Your namesake
Your mark on this world.

My body and heart
Left desiccated by your pain
Wrought by your trail
Atrophied by your faceless gaze.

I challenge you, void
With my pen
With this pen
I fill the space
The space you yield.

By these syphons
That have drunk my heart before
And brought it to perish
You will perish more.

22.XI.23