Somehow shadows survive,
coalesce into penetrating
light of a thousand candles
burning upon a vile mess,
icing atop a foul concoction, combination
of filth, mucosal secretion, ectoplasmic
residue, baked in brimstone oven.
Make a wish, blow, conflagration.
Bring back the darkness.
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Amanda M. Blake
Q. #3: Finish the prompt:
"The birthday candles glowed in the dark. From the shadows emerged a shape."
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Remember, no promos until the outro!
