candles

[gum_cheetah]

when the distant manholes flooded in fire, all day we had nighttime. My computer on emergency was the only glow. In the dark the world had slipped, floated off a cliff soundlessly as if to not bother the remnants, the leftovers who thank stars because nothing was left but my work & I at last. but from the glass door shines red and


orange light, still knocking at me to find my way out. & he, a man who cannot lie, answers into the morning: "you weren't always with me, but I was always with you...."