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Afraid of the dark. (Free verse) by darby pyn
sweaty palms bleed disease turning skin to soars and eyeâs to
shields unable to see past their own deception. permanent distractions
pace themselves with your own contractions tighter with second ticks
aborted in sentence. content , driven , defeated. just mindless motion.
chasing the trail of smoke into the burning house. suffocating in your
man made earn on the mantle in an empty home. no soul. no wide
dreams to remember. only a narrow addiction floor to ceiling and wall
to wall. canât move, canât breath, canât live through the day so
you
sleep past the light. hide the sun in your vague memories of summer
youth and all the life of a morning birth. your curse is yours for
the changing. see the devil for who he is . deny him meat.
starve his appetite.
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