Candlesticks and Ashes

poetry. poems, ingrid jennings, good poetry

CANDLESTICKS AND ASHES Wax just melted away upon my body, drop by drop, devouring my every spot. The seconds were hours of torment. The minutes, days of sadness and despair. My body sweats with thirst, my tongue drenched with dryness, my thoughts, no thoughts, just a long itching of pain scattered in the breeze. Candlesticks… [Continue Reading]