#wicks
Incandescent virtues , yet I'm a drought within .
I read tealeaves in mouldy cups of our tainted futures.
Our wicks that never saw the light, even though burnt out.
Untenable sight that we drank deeply on, but still thirsted for.
Jul 19, 2018
Jul 19, 2018 at 5:33 PM UTC
Waxy sticks with wicks
Candles flicker in the dark.
They save me from fear
Aug 16, 2015
Aug 16, 2015 at 10:24 PM UTC