Make me a mold

by

Candi Timmerman

For so many months I have put myself into the flame, molding myself into your perfect, pleasant person. I wanted so much to twist myself into the form most pleasing to you. But I never could.
I held my hand to the flame, burning, scalding away remnants of tears I wiped from my own face so many times_tears you caused.
I held my heart inside the fire, dropped it down into the embers. It flamed for a moment and then
gradually,
gradually,
it retreated into a glowing mass of red pulsating, liquid fire.
I held my face into the heat. My eyes full of salty tears. I molded my features into the look of innocence and passion you desired. Ashes blew into my eyes and I could not see your love fading. Fading into a blackness, a sadness, a pain, a suffering, a void that would never be filled.
And after all of this,
The fire has consumed me, and you weren’t even singed.

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