Wax

A blown out candle 

Sits surrounded by sharp shards

Of its former home 

Smoke twisting from its

Tired tongue, like thick rivers

Of beaded black blood 

Dripping onto the

Floor, the melted and bruised wax,

The burden of proof

Reviews

[Anita Frader]

i like this, makes me think of something we abuse for its beauty and leave discarded once its use has been exhausted or in this case, extinguished

[nadia dmitri]

What a lovely interpretation, thank you for your words :)

[Anita Frader]

it was entirely my pleasure :)

[schlanks]

I love this so much. It's very moody. The burden of proof is such an amazing ending line. This is a candle whose flame started a fire that burnt down the house, yes? That's what I take from it, at least. This felt like the perfect amount of detail to balance the abstract mood while not obscuring the story too much.

[nadia dmitri]

(Apologies for the late response) That is such an interesting interpretation, I did not intend it to be about a candle burning down a house, but that is what I love about poetry, how the readings can vary so much yet still feel so potent. Thank you for your words :)