parenthetical (parenthetical) wrote in pillow_book, @ 2007-10-29 18:42:00 |
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Entry tags: | not a goddamn poem, pillow book |
(Written on the back of a new box of candles, slipped into Sam's bag.)
Candlelight colours
Your face gold, flickering bright.
Shining and shadows.
I try to focus,
But can't look away until
The ritual is done
And you blow out the
Candles, leave us in the dark.
I can still see you.