Matchstick Boys

My love;
a matchstick
 drenched in tar.

 flickered for a time,
 I know my darling...
I saw

That sad, peculiar heart,

  You ghost of a flame. 

Now pained;
To watch from afar;

This precious, frail, matchstick boy

alone
Suffocating
fading in the dark.

- Mary Catherine, Cowardice queen