Alight

Love lit my wick.
Now little deaths gut me.
Steadily hand over hand
down a rope I go.
Eviscerate me, fire.
Let my flame wax
as I wane.
While my spine juggles fire
and breathes flame,
I am at my wick’s end.

Keep watch.
My wax wells and melts.
Like a trapeze artist,
I radiate heat
and spin.
I am a live wire.
Love lit my wick.
Pluck me now.
Watch me flicker
as I fade.

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