Blow the candles

2024

koko

Acrylic on canvas

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My birthday cake has a death stare. Not because I was afraid of getting older but because I’m living extra years. Like I missed a deadline of myself. I had a magical number. A date to remember, marked down. But I overslept. I feel the light of the candles on my face. I feel the tiara digging into my skin. The warmth, the burning. The coming headache. Yet I wouldn’t replace it with a grave.