I scratched a match
in the dark

Lit a small votive
and scented candle
Cinnamon and spice

Curled in my bag

Contemplated the
very small flame

Blinked my brown
eyes

Oncely and twicely

Content was I

And a big fucking
moth flew into
the very small
candle and died
a small but
flapping death

And my small candle
evening was plunged
into a moth-death-induced
darkness, so

I went to sleep

Because the smallest
happy flame might
be put out at any
moment without a
single breath

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