Candlesticks and Ashes

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]

Roses, Violets, and Dreams

My roses are withered, my violets are too, so are my dreams, so what do I do?   Do I water them with grace, and pot them with pride, or do I burn them to the ground,  and begin a new garden?  I say burn them, burn them to the ground,  begin a new garden, where… [Continue Reading]