Flesh-scented candle

April 25, 2018
By , Wilton, ME
Drops of red splattered
On the windshield
Trickling down the dash
Puddling in his lap

His chest burns
With the intensity
Of a wildfire
He fights
For air

Feels he's drowning
In the heat.
Skin melting,
A flesh scented candle

He watched as the photo
Of his wife and children shrivels
Ink melting,
pouring down his dash

He hangs on for them,
As the blue and red flash
Outside his door trying to remember
The last time he held them

The strongest man I knew
Couldn't withstand the heat
Caused by another's choice
Too much
Of a certain drink





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