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[boardercocoa]

The candle was too hot
dripping
burning my skin.
so I dropped it.
maybe it went out.
maybe it was picked up.
either way, I can't find it now.

I lie on the ground
bruised.
wet, dirty.
You slipped
and I fell.
I can't feel my once-burned fingers.
I would warm yours with my breath
but you don't like that.
Sometimes,
as I shiver,
you give me the blanket and go.
Other times you snatch it from me
as I lie lifeless.
naked.
either way, there's not enough cloth to go around.

I asked for this.
for the blinding heat to stop,
the cooling rains to come.
But maybe I didn't ask for this
exactly.
either way, winter has come.