I couldn’t be
brighter
if Nero dipped
me in wax
and lit me
in the green
of his garden,
a human torch
aglow,
hair and skin
and heart
melting and sparking
meant to snuff
me out,
but only
steering eyes
to the force
of my
fire.
Nero’s Candle
Hi, I’m Ericka! I’m a thirty-something wife, homeschooling mama, & writer who shares what’s going on in my head & heart as I stumble along, following Jesus.
