Thursday, June 20


Lofty walls,
impede the burning light.
Opaque shadows,
constrain us within the depths of this world.
Sallow, frail, fingers,
tremble as they reach for the sky,
but jerk back.
Smoke, steam.
Burning flesh.
Soulless eyes stare blankly.

The sunlight is black.
Black as the dark crimson,
trickling from our wounds.
Black as the hollow places,
our hearts should be.

Something so beautiful,
is now blacker than hell.
Our eyes,
will never again gaze,
into its resplendent light.

Contained in the dark,
held at bay.
The zephyr brushes our cold skin. 
No pain.
No fascination.
There is nothing left.
But dark sunlight.

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