Out in the cold
With wind blowing in
A candle in hand
Some matches And flint
Light up the candle
See how it glows
Blow out the candle
And breathe in the smoke
The taste of the wax
So toxic yet sweet
The burn of the fire
So warm that it stings
My words turn to smoke
Writings on the wind
Where the monster may lurk
Burn it with the sins
Where fire is to hell
And cloud is to heaven
Wherever the smoke goes
Earth is it's haven.
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Shorts, Poems, and Imagines
Poetry"It's exhausting to fight a war inside your head every single day." -Micki Ann
