Friday, 23 December 2022


The darkness enfolds me like a cloak,

a good thick winter one

with a deep velvety pile

warm and comforting

matching it’s shape to mine.

The sky was blue earlier,

then blue black

turning purple

purple black


came the blackness

that I need to wrap me.

Even so,

up here on the surface

it will always be broken 

first by the harsh 

pinpoint lights

of stars

glittery things


breaking up my dark.


the breaking day

splits it open

cutting it

with blue,



like a knife

opening up a wound

and slicing through my comfort

sacrificing me to the sunlight.

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