Untitled Poem 1

You were the matches to my candle wax,

Clinging to our sides of string

We asked to be set free.

And in a way we both got what we wanted,

You found reprieve in burning

And I found release in melting.

Just ash and oil

We were tragedies of escape,

But our lives will always be consumed by flame.

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Poem by Nicole Asherah. Nicole Asherah is an artist who tries to connect people to intimate moments, feelings, and relationships experienced throughout life through her poetry, paintings, and photography.

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