Poetry from Brianna Dawn.

lowering fire

the slope of the candle
grips the hips of fire
lowering her back as
he grows higher
and slowly, the smoke
tires and wilts – the last
breath, pushed up
against the window

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written by Tiny Fawns for daily prompt: taper

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