White candle Sitting next To the fire Wick alit Slowly running Pushing tenderly Over the rim Pouring down Onto the Stained wood table Building a Luxurious reservoir Lava running wild Out of the mountain top Pushing onward Slowly oozing Towards the …
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The Edge
THE BLADE I felt the blade Digging into Exposed raw flesh Dragging me towards The edge Not wanting these emotions Their darkness present My fear binding Then the gush Words, tears, snot Flowing into the chasm Felt within A damn breaking Allowing for Small …
