The darkness persisted, staying after i lifted my lids. I heard time ticking but did not care to know embracing the darkness as it held me,nou mutual acceptance daytime daytime hours or midnightht moment, it mattered not. The eternal counting of time in ticks, our song we laid together, darkness and me, hoping it would never end knowing that when light light creeps through curtain cracks we could maintain our beautiful union, and shut out ther light and let the day tick past as shut eyes repel the life. -Ciaran Burke
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Obtuse triangle of sunlight captures the worktop corner dull browns and murky beigebecome golden illuminationsthe dull veneer of fake stonetransformed into a […]
