Kate Patterson
My arms are my candlesticks.
They melt away to relieve the pain of the past.
The waxy pulse and fragile fire nips at my soul.
A quiet flame—a burn that hums the sweet tune of collected strength,
both persistent and lonely.
I mold them to secrete my story,
hoping that the drips will leave no mark upon the table I rest on.
The table that prohibits pain.
Its welcoming pursuit but ungodly anger that fights the words I have yet to say.
My screams could do me no good but trap me in the prison of their minds,
where I am nothing but a mess to be scraped off their shiny surface.
And so I remain silent.
But I know that one day I will do it:
I will run to a place that will listen.
A place that will not scold me for my fire.
Rather, sing along with me.
And paint the sky with my ashes.
A place that will love me.
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