A Looking Glass Hangs

“It’s dark inside,” she said.

But that didn’t matter.

Darkness was something to revel in.

Darkness was something to flirt with

Darkness was a lover.

If you inject moon beams into my person,

if you smear memories of sadness across my face,

if you howl, long and unending,

I will see you, though it is dark.

If you admit the wrongdoings,

if you celebrate defeat,

if you marry yourself to the present and the divorce the past,

I will see you, though it is dark.

If you claw the earth,

if you stand in stillness,

if you raise your head toward the cosmos,

I will see you, though it is dark.

And if you disappear,

if you blend in

if you give yourself to the shadows,

you will remain, though it is dark.

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