Flickering
The thin trail of smoke curled out slowly
caressing the air above like
a breath exhaled.
Moving light and twirling grey,
she sat fixated on the
tiny dancing flicker.
Ignoring all unpaid bills and hopeless endeavors,
she simply sat and let go of
responsibility.
until hours later when the wax had curdled,
the flicker of light extinguished.
and she was again
forced into the
vast blackness.
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