Candle Wick

We shout, we scream. We burn.
Red hot and ice cold. We burn.
Traipsing on a blazing rope. We burn.
Hanging on to the last tendrils of sanity. We burn.

Digging and digging, this hole we stand in. We burn.
Darker and darker, the air hangs thick around us. We burn.
Closer and closer, we’re pushed together. We burn.
Farther and farther, we repel from each other. We burn.

We burn.
Slow and painful.
The terrifying blue.
The treacherous red.
The inviting orange.
Like the dying candle wick.

Slow and painful.
We burn.


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