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2021-11-13 03:02:11 +01:00
Flickering Out
2021-03-24
***
The wax pulses down
like an open wound,
a devilish smile opened
in a girl dying too soon.
Blue blood curdling
once hit the glass floor,
air pockets exposed,
red rings open sores.
A wick that burns all too fast
dilapidated spine,
head singed through, lungs diffused,
no longer able to opine.
The bottom drips cut off,
a mannequin without legs,
smooth rump, top half missing,
burning the last of the dregs.
What was once a cheerful face
is now a murky puddle
at my brassy feet.
A fading all too subtle.
***
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