Candles and Coathangers The illumination of a single candle Vanquishes the darkness in her room But the light of a million candles Cannot rid the dark mass from her soul Her bedroom, barely lightened By the single, unscented candle With wick dying and wax melting, disappearing Reminds her of her fading self In the darkened room, barely illuminated By that single, unscented candle She can only see the shadow of the coathanger In her shaking hand And when she blows the single, unscented candle out, Letting the darkness consume her completely She can't see her blood, dripping on the floor Or the coathanger taking her completely
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