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The Dark

The thick dark atmosphere
is needless of a shred of sleep.
The dark was too deeply conscious
of me.
The dark's thoughts were becoming
mine.
I can feel the weakness of my mind.
In a bizarre solitude was the heavy pull
of the ancient trees.
Whatever is looking at me.
Intensely slicing through me.
A stare that pierces flesh, blood, organ & bone
I stand mortal and alone.
But deep within my soul's energy,
is a galaxy of iridescent scars
The gashes of my identity.
I'm safe.
The dark retreats.
For now.
The dark already knows the how.
Written by deliabear (Debbie)
Published
Author's Note
The dark is conscious of us all.
Let your scars shine.
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