You are the flame,
I am the wick.
Your light illuminates a cosmic indigo sky,
All while dwindling me into a speck of nothingness.
I cling to silky vanilla wax for dear life,
Desperate to escape your vicious inferno.
And still, your heat is sweltering,
Burning me down to my core.
I put up a hard fight,
Yet I’m still deteriorated by your embers,
Black smoke spiraling the air,
Suffocating my lungs.
I shrink, you surge.
There is nothing left,
Except an empty glass jar