Upon Midnight
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Last published Wed, Oct 26, 2016
A small tattoo gun pendant dangling from my neck,
I stood outside watching the moon
As it balanced between the clouds.
Slightly peeking from amidst them to greet me,
only to vanish again in their shrouds-
Like a timid dancer, a curséd woman
Until at last her faint smile was cast upon me,
Calming my mind and heart alike,
Dispelling these accursed worries that could mean the very ruin of my cherished love.
Old scars were dripping softly, their fumes so slightly choking me,
And thus I sat wondering in the light of a dear sister, how to bring peace to my warring worlds
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I couldn't stop trembling even more now. I calmed down a little more and checked my arm again. I was correct, I wasn't hallucinating. On my shoulder was a tattoo. It was a character of some sort-- in a different language. It looked like it was Chinese mixed with Islamic calligraphy. The skin around my arm was red and irritated. The symbol stuck out like a vein. I hyperventilated. I thought I was going to have a panic attack. I had to sit there, on my bed, and command myself to calm down. "I'm dreaming. I'm dreaming. This isn't real," I whispered. I checked the mirror again and searched all over my body to see if I had any other markings, but so far this was the only one. I shut my eyes, trying to force myself to wake up, but this was real. And for the first time, out of all the panicking, my vision went black.
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