By Jamie Lopez
Oh, Candlemaker working your craft
Sculpting scenes in a beautiful wax
Telling lurid stories of a vicious past
Tell me again how you craft
That glorious red within your vat
he says;
“It’s simple really, can’t you see?
Curious girls like yourself are key.
I’ll take off your skin, remove your eyes
and take out those shining pearly whites
I’ll melt you down within my wax
and add you to my noble craft. “
By his words I was appalled
I tried to run but was stalled
Caught in a snare, my foot was bloodied and mauled,
Last, I remember
the sound of his voice, so faint, so small
Wondering within his craft, how I’d be installed.
Oh, Candlemaker working your craft
With hands covered in someone’s past
Table smothered in blood-red wax
How long shall I burn
when I’m out of your clay
mold candle cast
Burning on the mantle of some aristocrat?
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