snuff out (II)

we were already inside the glass. only, we weren't aware of it. we could still see what was going on outside, and our senses were so numb that touching the glass - and our bodies - almost felt like touching reality itself. but there was no way out. or in, for that matter: we were locked inside. and eventually the fire burning within consumed all the oxygen inside the glass, and then consumed itself with a burst. that burst. now it's out, never to be lit again. the glass has been removed, but there is no more ignition to spark it back to life. there is no more wick to burn. there is no more wax to melt. it's all over.

and i can breathe again, at last.