Blank canvas
on a white wall.
Blue raft
in deep blue sea.
The world
breathless and flat—
flower petals in
her childhood stockings.
Life became
that last bit
of her favorite candle—
unsure when to spark
for the final time.
When she lit it
she lit it
quick and late
at night
Flame shown bright
in the black air,
until
it drowned
in wax near dawn.
Blank canvas
unhung
Raft
a gift to the sea
The world
breathless and flat—
Her soul
set free.
About the Creator
Madeline Peterson
21-year-old creative writing major at MSU.
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