by Marla Klein
A candle burns slowly until it’s dead,
It’s the same with suicide
Any time someone hurts you:
the candle burns a bit
Until you can’t take it anymore:
the flame dies
They tell me that I do not sparkle anymore,
but they are the ones that extinguished the flame
When a candle burned down, you throw away the container it was in
Your skin is your container, it’s worth nothing when it’s empty,
an empty shell, that no one would even look at if it were stranded at the beach
So why not throw yourself of a bridge
We are not like any other empty container, we don’t float
a melting pot pt.2
I am so happy I can’t take it anymore
So, I extinguish the flame myself
But when I am not well,
It is so hard to light it again
I don’t have the light to see the wick,
So I burn myself
© Marla Klein 2023-08-20