• jubilant 19w

    The dark is all
    I have ever known
    That one closed window
    The dark dusty table
    Those four sour white walls which have gone pale, over all these years
    And his bad breath
    Mucky hands, all wrinkled now,
    Touching my skeleton-like body
    Hovering over places, I never wanted anyone to
    My hollow cries
    That these four walls pretend not to hear
    All these years, this divine darkness
    Has been my best friend
    And my worst nightmare.