My Candle Blew Out but I Can Still Smell the Fumes

they used to say that
I breathed like fire
but now I’ve crumbled to soot

and try as I might to
construct myself from my
own bloody ashes
I am no goddamn phoenix

I am a candle burned down
into its waky grave
drowning in the light
I used to emit

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