As the wax melted I noticed the carcass of a moth Drifting to the surface A gorgeous, grim silhouette In the crimson tidepools Of the dual flame It pushed against the glass horizon Fleeing the fire it

You are in a group of female friends. There is one gentleman The gentleman, upon saying goodbyes, gives them a hug each. Most are grasped without asking in tight and awkward side-scrunches. You panic,