A burning candle glows
A cartridge of a pen
Scars no longer permanent
Blank piece of paper.
Love is a weapon.
woo out my despair
a cancer-curing vitamin
a breath mint in the air.
She’s a clever poison
Running through my veins
Twisting through canals
erasing all my pain.Shadow in the corner
aware of my existence
swallowing my heart.
content with writer’s block .