.i r i d e s c e n t.
blackened hearts
churn h a t r e d.
and mine is one of them.
i'm soaring in the
obsidian shadows
of my impending
d o o m.
our souls would
shatter in their
confines.
and not just shatter--
they'll e x p l o d e.
and i'll be the one
leading this
u p r i s i n g.
so pretend.
pretend to be hollow.
pretend to be d e a d.
hide your fires,
bear your scars.
lose yourself
in this writhing mass.
and then we'll
emerge as
i r i d e s c e n t.
this is a battle.
and i--
i'll come out
a l i v e
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©Aneet Bindra,2015
l o w e r c a s e i n t e n d e d
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