Flicker Poem by Traveller

Escape is a maddening reality
forged out of the gnarled wick
of a flickering candle.

It is the flash when the flame
would dance in my imaginings,
and I am a step closer to dread,
of reviving your mirth
in my longing, repelling want.

Yet you leave a sickening
bitterness in the palate.
I dare spit it out.

And as my finger tangoed
with the sauntering fire,
I wipe off the taste that you left
on the corner of my mouth.

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