The Candle's End

dark resurrection

By Rebecca A Hyde GonzalesPublished 3 months ago • 1 min read

Photo by MARIOLA GROBELSKA on Unsplash

Wax devours my skin.

Her voice hums beneath the flame—

the dark sings her back.

Haiku

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Rebecca A Hyde Gonzales

I love to write. I have a deep love for words and language; a budding philologist (a late bloomer according to my father). I have been fascinated with the construction of sentences and how meaning is derived from the order of words.

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