obsidian

 

The skies were just

as grey as ever out here

 

It made me feel alive

it brought music into my veins

hard and thrumming

I felt like I could be pulsating

 

What is it about this darkness-

this darkness pulls me in

 

It welcomes me

and I welcome it

with the taste

of its petals on my tongue

 

Oh how I welcome it

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