I shouldn't run from the switch
like electricity could keep
black from seeping in,
turning my soul
sable
and mottled with purple
like bruises.
I hate how darkness
spreads like cancer -
like the speed of light
into the back of my eyes,
into my mind,
into my gag-reflex.
I hate how night
tastes like metal and sawdust
and dried tears on skin.
I hate how it
makes everything lonely
even the breathing you hear
from across the room
-just snowflakes frosting over
some gargoyle's
namelessness.
I hate how
cold
liquid tar can
fill you with sick you can't
vomit,
saturate your very lungs
with oxygen you can't
distribute to bodily functions,
make your flesh crawl
with the air you can't breathe.
I hate having to swallow
my own dreams turned sour
in my belly,
I hate waking up
still reeking of guilt.
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m i c a e l a l s e t h
I'm afraid of the dark =/
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Comments
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Great imagery.
I love these lines
'I hate how night
tastes like metal and sawdust
and dried tears on skin.'
Well done!
Best of luck to you
Love
Sonya
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Diff-erent.
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In a good way?
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