Poetry
Flames

Flames

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.

Until suddenly,

There is nothing left,

Except an empty glass jar

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