A vanity of breaths
blown over a thin candle.
Eyes fixed on the twirling
of the smoke as it vanishes.
A fight, to memorize that single
moment before darkness consumes
me and I am nothing but
a cut thread of the Moirae.
A vanity of breaths
blown over a thin candle.
Eyes fixed on the twirling
of the smoke as it vanishes.
A fight, to memorize that single
moment before darkness consumes
me and I am nothing but
a cut thread of the Moirae.