somber
the last flickering
moments
of a pineapple candle,
all
lit up, little wicks
floating
in a hot pool
of yellow wax,
i blow out
like smoke.
i
throw a tantrum
of
gargantuan proportions,
fighting oxygen
to
breathe
and bleeding light...
Thursday, June 3, 2010
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