Burning, Twisting, Dying sprite
Double ended candles end tonight
And betwixt desperate laughs
And no-chance stands
No one will wonder
At your clenched hands
And eyes
And ears
And heart.
But before the one last cancerous orgasm wrecked your skeletal frame
you sighed
and began your new candle.
Having burnt both left and right,
you built this one below
and savoring the agony of creation
you promised to burn it slow.
And in this brightest flame we find
A burning, loving, trying sprite
Never quite sure if she’s escaped that night.
But she has.
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Submission Name: Burning Twisting Dying Sprite
