There’s a wick in my head

My father lit it

Mother lets it burn

I cannot snuff the glow

So I scent the wax

And decorate the jar

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My brain is on fire

My parents are gone

It burns me to ash

Maybe now a flower can grow

In my empty skull

*

My brain is on FIRE

I try to choke it and burn myself

Skin singed all away

Burned empty again

*

I feel lighter fluid

Gushing from my eyes

I’ll be damp for a little while

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2

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1

*

Override the fire

Explode what’s left

Let my small candle wick

Lie on the ground

Mushroomed and useless

Far from the mess I’ve made