Candles too are mortal when alight.
When their wicks are cold and black,
candles will desire that flame in their life.
When candles bleed like us,
it requires love accompanied with pain.
That punishing, silent cry of dripping wax…
That bleeding light we all crave,
yet we dread in our hearts.
Candles bleed too…








Love this… a bleeding of wax…
Beautifully done
hi dearest Daniel I love this yes all substance hums with life I really enjoyed your metaphors 💕
Powerful, you made my soul bleed breaths
Beautifully penned, Daniel. Great write my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian