Candelune

Woven from nursery curtains and faded lullabies, she begs not to be blown out.

Woven from the silence of nursery curtains and faded lullabies, she was made to be held — yet no one has ever reached for her. The candles in her eyes don't weep; they only flicker. And in the quietest hours, she begs, "Don't blow me out."