Challenge
Remember what it was like when nothing you said mattered. Nope? Me too. Write a poem about people judging your every word.
Wax
You yellow as you fade,
lips the color of the candles
now unlit beside our bed
(mood lighting).
I offer words you'd say
if your voice had not been stolen
by tubes and wires, but I show them
a stranger.
They cannot carve your spirit
to the shape that they remember,
while I stand with you as witness, cold
and brittle.
I wait until they rule against me,
leave to let me serve my sentence,
to hold your waxen fingertips
and melt.
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