Poem: Votive

Votive

by Shannon P. Laws

 

Candle burns into a puddle of cinnamon

Flame sorts through the fallen

 

A pile in the back of the yard

The unusable parts of me

 

Makes way for stalks

To break burnt soil

 

 

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