There was once a flickering flame,
Its rising heat causing no pain.
But a shadow it cast,
telling tales from her past.
Now she runs to escape it in vain.
I should note the interesting muse behind this. On my desk in work today, sat a candle and some painkillers, both back-lit by a frustrating, flickering, fluorescent light. Funny how little things fall together. Needless to say, escape was not an option.