lucid • midnight poetry

tamed

she loved candles.

maybe it was something about their seeming innocence that drew her in, making her forget about the danger. the very nature of fire was destruction, and before humanity had learned to tame it, destruction had been its only state

and yet here it sat, flickering softly in its glass container,
its only purpose to bring light and warmth to its masters.

perhaps she felt it a kindred spirit - capable of the worst and yet placed calmly in its glass prison for the world's entertainment. if they let her loose, who knows what could happen?

she knew the safest place for her was here, in plain view, walled in lest her destructive powers be unleashed like before—

yes, it was best she remain this way, to diminish
and let the world believe she was tamed.

—midnight thoughts
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