Waxen candles sing, morning breaks the day,
Supple spines release, molten marrow streams;
Each drop becomes a pearl of light at play,
Litany of smoke claws apart my dreams.
*
Lethal fire gorges, a feast that offers more,
Licks exquisite wounds, hollows out the bone;
White faces sag, lifting above the floor,
Where tongues of ash leap high and writhe alone.
*
Ebony column, covenant past death,
Frozen throes, crows descend upon the rose;
God alone listens—memory of breath
slowly seeps; filth from sores that never close.
*
Wicks consume; loves burn with severity,
In sacred flames, silence yearns for etern—…
About the Creator
Aaron Richmond
I get bored and I write things. Sometimes they're good. Sometimes they're bad. Mostly they're things.


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