He always kept candles, loved
to watch their silent vigil stand
bright against shadow.
He lit them, letting himself
get lost in
their seductive mirage--
only long enough to
snap out of a haze
and extinguish the light between
his fingers.
In a way,
he lived for their death,
the curling of pungent smoke, mingling
with stale bedroom air.
But he also thrived on their rebirth--
the glowing ember, *******
breath from the smoke and
regenerating from ashes.
Sep 30, 2016
Sep 30, 2016 at 2:09 PM UTC
He always kept candles, loved
to watch their silent vigil stand
bright against shadow.
He lit them, letting himself
get lost in
their seductive mirage--
only long enough to
snap out of a haze
and extinguish the light between
his fingers.
In a way,
he lived for their death,
the curling of pungent smoke, mingling
with stale bedroom air.
But he also thrived on their rebirth--
the glowing ember, *******
breath from the smoke and
regenerating from ashes.
