Icicles prod me Numbing inside. Heat of exhaustion Of trying to care Warps me against Icy embrace. I try to care. I ask for help. The voices speak. But no one is there.
There was a flame. She burned beautifully, lighting the way more brilliantly than any other flame. My fire paled in comparison to her own, yet she came to me and set me ablaze. I was able to hold her, this sacred candle, and she… Continue Reading “Flickering Candles”