she'll never hold a candle

by Linda M. Crate

she'll never hold a candle
you'd likely
accuse me of being a witch
had we been in salem,
i know you’d rewrite our tale
make me the villain;
as if it weren't your lust that burned
whatever we could've had to the ground–
you gave me sex without love
always left me hungry, craving more;
but you never caved to my desire
i was always to pleasure you
always it was your desires that were to be sated–
i am deeper than the oceans,
and you are shallow as a puddle;
left me for dead
i had to rise from beyond
on the wings of the immortal phoenix
because i am a fire that won't die–
just because you couldn't see my worth
doesn't mean i don't have any
it just makes you the fool who made the choice
of convenience rather than magic
because she'll never hold a candle to my spellwork.


Linda M. Crate's poetry, short stories, articles, and reviews have been published in a myriad of magazines both online and in print. She has six published chapbooks A Mermaid Crashing Into Dawn (Fowlpox Press - June 2013), Less Than A Man (The Camel Saloon - January 2014), If Tomorrow Never Comes (Scars Publications, August 2016), My Wings Were Made to Fly (Flutter Press, September 2017), splintered with terror (Scars Publications, January 2018), more than bone music (Clare Songbirds Publishing, March 2019), and one micro-chapbook Heaven Instead (Origami Poems Project, May 2018). She is also the author of the novel Phoenix Tears (Czykmate Books, June 2018).

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