Black pronged darkness

You insert yourself in under my flesh

From the base of my neck

And all the way down

How have you managed

To reach around

And take all this space in my chest

I breathe and your sharpness pierces aloud

In an abandoned playground

You lift your head

But today, despite your omnipresence,

I can be

I can breathe aloud

And hear other sounds

To be lost in

Other than your blinding self

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The Journey Begins

Thanks for joining me!

Good company in a journey makes the way seem shorter. — Izaak Walton