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Poem: Red Candle


One pink and red candle-

wax dripping hot.

I burned my knuckle and sucked the sore.

It wept.



I met a boy last night

and everything made sense.


I wrapped him in my blanket

and looked into his eyes.

I swore after the first,

and I didn’t;

I never did,


Until now.


He smiles at me

and all is forgotten.

Body and blood.


Strange Eucharist.


He believed me-

wrapped in my blanket

and dancing with the chill.

Everything became so clear;


It is you!

A Puck-

A Lazarus.

A prince?


I laugh and applaud from the back of the theater.

The red candle burns.

The wax drips.


And I cry.

Not from sorrow nor pain,

But because the world has finally un-fogged



And I can see again.


I’m trying.

I am trying,



For more poems like this one, check out “Guilt Trip” by Marin Poleshek.


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