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Erin Henehan

United States

Candle Wick

May 9, 2016

PROMPT: Flashlight

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My heart is made of candle wick. 
Each time someone lights a fire in me it shrinks. 
I shrink, I become less. 
The hot wax drips down my cheeks and I am liquid. 
I lay on the floor, a puddle 
with charcol staining my veins. 
No one sees me unless I have a flame. 
I solidify and someone lights me up again. 
I pretend I love fire just so someone can use me again. 
No one sees me unless I am burning. 

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