I dreamt that wax
sqeezed out from my ears
like toothpaste.
Dripped onto my feet
casting a mold.
Statuing my legs.
Zipping up my hips.
I dreamt my throat
was a metal pipe
running dry.
Vibrating echoes
cut short and
replaced with a dusty ellipsis.

Passively shrinking
inside a shell
that I'll never be
strong enough to crack.

How did this happen?
How did the thing we're made of
become the thing to **** us?

I gave a flame to the leaves,
and watched it caress the branch.
It burned through the hard green candy,
and fed its addiction with the peeling bark.

I couldn't understand how something could look so enticing,
yet use its power to mute the most grounded of screams.
Nature was a ****** and a murderer.
It replenished and destroyed.

The flame vanquished the poor shrub,
Eating away the hope of ever growing, and I realized;
We lived by nature, we lived for nature.
We are nature and nature is us.

We destroy ourselves with our combustible flames,
melting our bodies like wax candles in a wooden cabin.

Quietly watching the small flame
Flicking back and forth frantically
With the slightest breath

The wax is dripping
Pooling down below

Soon the light will run out
The wick will burn
And the wax will melt away

If the candle is gone, child
What now shall light your path?

A burning flame flickering,

an emerald colour shimmering,

with a smell of earth and trees;

and on my fingers is the soft feel of wax melting with ease.

Waxy sticks with wicks
Candles flicker in the dark.
They save me from fear

Honeycomb mazes
And sweet honey hazes
Thickly sweet, mind glazes
Confused, smoke blazes
Making a home unconscious races
Falling asleep in honeyed cases
Trusting those honeyed faces
Gold drips away from honeyed places
And left with confined spaces
Wax rooms, so smooth
And no longer honeyed, but true.
*wake up