05 Jun

It always seemed a cruel experiment.

The candle in the bell jar.

A boy amongst boys I watched the flame burning bright and brave and unsuspecting.  I suffered for it as it weakened and suffocated in the deprived air.  Mourned for it as it guttered and died, darkening the glass with funereal smoke.

A lack of oxygen has a similar effect on me..

I lose interest.


Posted by on June 5, 2012 in Lovers Past


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4 responses to “Interest

  1. sometimesihatemycat

    June 6, 2012 at 1:19 am

    Nice. I like this.


  2. creativenoodling

    June 6, 2012 at 3:11 am

    Goodness… this can be a metaphor for so many things.



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