Day 21of 30
THE FIRE aint natural to be dancing on a wick leaning to the east leaning to west leaning to the whispers of the familiar wind resisting the beckon of the blaze
because they say you better here as a candle say you softer and prettier when you're contained say you safer say you too risky when you wild
but they don't feed you enough to live and the frustration of being unable to spread and burn more than a flicker more than a singular flame
has melted the walls around you burning you down
burning you out.