Candles

red melting candles

like my heart

Resting in a pool of death

in the dark.

I flirt with the lady

who forgets my name.

She giggles at me, and wants my attention, like fame.

I keep my thoughts hidden from her

and then

they spew out

all over the page.

I write quickly, with ambition

and forget the world

I see, only me

but I prefer to write slowly,

like the words don’t matter

like I am empty

like I am a field, that hasn’t been walked in

for centuries

and my thoughts creep onto the page.

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