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Candelabras
With 'Candelabras,' I invite you into a room that is 'darker than a witch's broom,' where the melted wax looks like tears. I wanted to sketch a gothic domestic horror where secrets are not just skeletons in the closet, but fresh corpses or 'canders' brought home. It is a chilling conversation about hiding the evidence of a 'husband got caught,' illuminated by the flickering, guilty light of a candle.
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THE VERSES
Blue
It's your favorite color
True
My favorite too
But your room
Is darker than a witch's broom
And I've seen your closet
But there's no need to come out of it
There's not much room for more skeletons
And how many old friends can fit?
You keep bringing home these candelabras
Where do they come from?
They're very nice
Dear
They smell like blood
Dear
You don't want the candelabras
How do you find them?
The melted wax drips
Like candle tears
In the middle of the night
When the wax gets bright
And the flames get hot
I hear a voice say
It's cold down here
And my husband got caught
But you don't want the candelabras
No
You don't want the candelabras
No
You don't want the candelabras
Friends
I have some who'd like to make amends
And they'd love to meet you
There's no rush
It's okay
I can just tell them hush
And that's fine
I'll let them know
It's a new place
We'll have to go slow
And the ones who stayed for the after-party
Well
It seems they don't want to go
You keep bringing home these candelabras
Where do they come from?
They're very nice
Dear
They smell like blood
Dear
You don't want the candelabras
How do you find them?
The melted wax drips
Like candle tears
In the middle of the night
When the wax gets bright
And the flames get hot
I hear a voice say
It's cold down here
And my husband got caught
But you don't want the candelabras
No
You don't want the candelabras
No
You don't want the candelabras
ECHOES FROM THE VOID
Enter the Gate