two flames | poem

Woke up with your teeth
lodged in my shoulder and wondered if my aura
sticks to the roof of your mouth - azure wax spilling
down lips and organs, between
joints and nerves. My mind is a charred wick,
crumbling.


Woke up with flakes of ash
on my sleeve, exhausted from thinking
deeper than I can breathe. My body is wax, hardening

to your shape. But
when the flame falls, smoke spurts
like blood


and I crack.


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