The darkness moves like an animal.
It moves with my body,
bending and shifting like my body,
breaking open like my body,
shape shifting and changing
like my body does, only the darkness
is quicker.
The darkness moves like an animal,
but it does not bite. It is soft
and hazy around me.
The darkness purrs and sleeps
while my body is a slow dull weapon.
My body bludgeons, and the darkness
is a soft cool hand
gently cupping
my stiffened cheek.
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These People and I
PoetryThis year for National Poetry Writing Month, I want to challenge myself by mostly writing about people I wouldn't normally write about. This could include people from my past, present, or even future. I'll be adding a new poem by midnight each day i...
