Candelabra


Candelabra candelabra stories
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sugarrosy
sugarrosy 19 | poet + novelist | she/her
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a poem about being remolded into what somebody else's idea of perfection is ♨

Candelabra

Melted, reshaped, reborn, Into a thousand different colors and scents. Molded to your perfection,

Into your dreams of the summer, Of an enchanted forest, A day lost at sea, A thousand different outcomes, And a thousand different memories.

Melt me, shape me, throw in the dye and a pinch of lavender perfume

Paint a picture of a scenery I have no recollection of; Brand it onto my fragile glass skin.

Light the match. Burn the wick. Watch as everything you molded me into melts away.

You enjoy the fruits of your labor;

I am nothing but ashes and dust at the bottom of the candelabra.

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