No wick left

burn it down2

I burned the candle
until the wick ran out.
All was left was molten wax.
I boiled the wax and shaped it again,
but my wick did not grow back.
I thought if I drilled the wax and prepared a hole
for the wick then it might return when it was time.
Alas the room remained dark,
the wick never returned,
my flame was diminished and so I remained.
Without fire, without warmth, without a burning passion
until what was inevitable came.
Fuck you cancer,
I’m going to cut you before you try me. No more wicks for me,
I’m going to burn the tavern down.
See who wins!
-W.E.

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