Pale Parts

Candle Wax: A circle around fire; Melt it; I burn— With pastel oils, That stick. Scarring stays on; While in my eyes, my heart Flickers for more— (It blushes at its own slipperiness inside) For within, its gift— to hide. All tones are the same— (Dark and darker) While the fire lets out its final gasp— Before all wanes into Easy flesh.