Burning Quench

She deeps her feather in the ink of her own tears
Dark, colourless ink, she scribbles.
Screams in the tears, pain in the heart – for every drop,
She writes, for her quench
The burning quench.
With every stroke of the feather – quench
Deep, engulfing quench.
Quench of the thirst.
Quench of the burning.
Burning desire to purpose.
The burning quench – eating up.
She is her and I am she
Screams in each tear, pain with every letter
Letter of the scribble...