inside
the wax widens
drips around the candle
illuminates your face in a soft light.

i trust you.

there is a clock.
the small hand
stops telling time.

outside
is a bare piece of paper
waiting…

Holli Terrell-Cavalluzzi lives in Wilmington North Carolina where she has made a home by the coast. She spends her days writing poetry and prose which started in graduate school somewhere between teaching yoga and attending classes.