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The orange and red dance as a gentle breeze blows through the slightly cracked window, casting a yellow glow on the blue wall behind.

The rainbow drips down covering the green glass, the pedestal in which the flame is held aloft safely.  

There is no scent,  only that of the soft smoke curling and looping around the ceiling fan, creating intricate circles and swirls of gray against the dimly lit lamp in the corner. 

               

              The melting rainbow seeps down, over the white contaminating…

First red,

Then blue.

 Each color overlapping the last.  Each determined to remain vibrant and distinct. Individual. 

I slowly reach out, careful to use only the slightest touch, careful to use only the smallest part of my finger, unwilling to change the pattern leaking down.

 With only the very smallest tip of a finger I touch the red.  Heat.  The burn, only for an instant, as it slowly turns back into its solid form. Staining my skin.