Candle light.

I purchased a bag of candles one night,
one hundred in total.

I began to light them, one by one,
frantically arranging them atop an ageing monitor.

It grew darker, moments blurred becoming indistinct
flickering and bleeding through the black.

This had been a mistake.

I drew my breath…

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