Candlelight

Stay with me,
I beg you.

Remind this old n

haggard witch

that love or hope

does exist

outside,

somewhere,

in the blue haze,

under the mushroom

of that sensical caterpillar.

With my people

lost forever at sea,

I stagger to the beat

of the elite,

backed into cobweb corners,

suffocating in the deep dark.

Im buzzing with

bad memories,

trauma visions,

on and on

into the morning.

And the hate

was too great

around the globe

spitting out at each other

with harshness, so

I ate through

copper wire,

arsenic laced pencils,

fairytale and telling

lunchboxes,

and drank diesel

with cup and saucer,

of course my dear,

til twilight.

I was walking around

with a blazing fire

on my back,

making me twitch

and freak,

hide in my closet

with the candles

praying to some unknown magic,

til the candles started

lighting themselves

and I sighed in relief.