Candles
Melted candles cannot afford their much needed surgery
As they witness their once firm bodies slip downward to their feet
They cried wax tears as the light burned on the scalps of their heads
Waiting ever so waiting upon darkness
To have a chance to react to their newly formed bodies
They bite their colorful lips as the torturers dance in the shadows
by santiago
As they witness their once firm bodies slip downward to their feet
They cried wax tears as the light burned on the scalps of their heads
Waiting ever so waiting upon darkness
To have a chance to react to their newly formed bodies
They bite their colorful lips as the torturers dance in the shadows
by santiago
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