December 9



In the dark, something grows
in the silence, something calls
flickering in the shadows
the voice that speaks
in the stillness between
each breathe, booms
invisible, cracking apart
the dark and the light,
filling every forgotten
heart, every missing piece;
growing, in the dark
something, smothers
fear, shouts down
anger gives birth
to something
that grows
and with it
the light.


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