King Candle

Melting, with a candelabra cutting me and
growing out of my weaker thigh and I let out a gasp: "How did that
lovely treat get there?"
and however surrounded I am, I live in a well
with a tunnel; a flooding circumstance of water and other used
things
flowing through
and under me
with a punishing intensity
but with the chill comes a calm
and a mental image of the candle wax that smacks me everywhere and
turns me
into an art form
like the rare things in stores&;#8230;
I am melting into another you for sure.