Burning

I lit the candle and turned off the lights
I held it in my hand
Warm cinnamon smell

The flame never wavered
The long yellow pillar consuming
consuming consuming
And I held it in my hand

Hot wax dripped on my hand
it dripped on my hand
Hot wax burned my skin
Flame yet to waver

The beautiful cinnomon smell
filled my room
Dimly lit by that candle
And I wept
and thrashed and shook

My candle stood still
Flame all stone
I prayed for a glimer a blink
Praying please please
Just a tremble

I melted like wax
Hot vulnerable wax
Wax surrounding a candle
Just a candle
But a candle still

I dissolved into a pool
of vascillation
Burning as I went
Until its dark light went out