I was taught to be afraid of the dark- but it's the brightest things that are the most noxious.
It's horrifying to think that we seek security and safety from the light, when it is the light that contaminates us, slowly sneaking into our lungs and squeezing them tighter, tighter, tigh-, -ter, ti-, -er. "Here, then gone. Alive, then dead." Just like the flip of a switch. That's what the witnesses will say.
A lantern has its own agenda and plays by its own rules. To some, it'll serve as a guide. Swim along the fringe of its tail, and you'll be just fine. But to others, it'll serve as a reaper. If you draw closer, closer, close enough to feel the heat flaring from its nostrils, close enough to see its heart whirling, flickering, close enough to be swayed to slip between its iron ribs, you'll find yourself trapped. And when you sit longer, longer, you'll starve and char inside its bones- you'll find yourself dead, because, even your wings are useless if you're in a cage.
Light is beautiful, but, alas, beautiful can be cataclysmic. If you were to cup a blue ringed octopus, soon you'd find yourself with blue rings around your lips. If you were to kiss a golden frog, you'd meet your prince in the afterlife. Inhale the sweet song of Angel's Trumpet and you'll soon be buried in the dirt that nurtures its roots.
Don't be afraid of the dark little one, fear the light.
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I'll Lose You in the Stars
PoesíaA collection of poetry and prose detailing a journey through youth and adulthood. Basically, this is a dump of old and new writing. Please comment your thoughts and constructive criticism! Let's help each other find healing and joy amongst the r...
