Melted Tallow

Jennifer Calvert Author

The edges of the paper


loosely twisted cord

smouldering in the dark

melted tallow

and vanilla plum

the heat overcomes

the smoked-filled room

washes down her throat

shadowing windpipes

suffocating her lungs

sickly-sweet intoxication

the script melts

ink and promises  

dissolve into night

black smoke left hovering


the words of her lover


the oil lamp burns on.


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