Mother Shaped Hole

Rebecca Kiwi Barnstien

I bought an electric candle, that flickered and had a five-hour timer. It fit in my hand.  As I thought of my mother, I set the candle on fire. The batteries leaked acid, and it smelled terrible. I was surprised at how well the candle burned. Look at you, you little liar, look at you burn, but you don’t even do that right, it’s all toxic smoke and smoldering wires.

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