Hot and metallic,
the taste of blood floods my mouth;
I imagine that's what God would taste like.


I could have sworn there were two candles,
side-by-side on the table,
but from far away,
in the darkness,
with eyes half-closed,
it looks like only one flame.

Together,
they're burning brighter than ever,
knowing that their ending won't be met with a dramatic explosion or mournful cries:
It will be silent,
and it will go unnoticed by sleeping eyes.