2026/08/29 fire

I see fire. Not the flicking
tongues of yellow flamexy flutter-
ing gently, licking up at the
dark night sky, I see pure heat,
white hot and terrifying, burn-
ing up and drying out, everyth-
ing. Fierce and terrifying, merci-
less and without pity or remorse.
I close my eyes and it fills the
cosmic blackness that consumes
my sleep. I do not sleep much
anymore. I try never to close my
eyes; I avoid dark rooms; encl-
osed spaces; for fear that the
lights might go out. If my eyes are
full of the light of day, I will
never have to see…