The Dying Of The Light

The red mist came over her

a bright dangerous anger

engulfing all

ready to explode

and splinter

into sharp shards

slicing everything touched.

When the explosion subsided

and settled into surliness

the red faded 

into monochrome

and the only colours left

were the greys,

but the anger

still whirled 

and churned

and screamed

inside and out

as it choked the colours

and the bright white

with darkness

heavy as diamond hard granite



weighing her down

dragging her deeper 

into the black hole

with the dying of the light.


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