My Dark Works


Night’s nothing,

which I walk into the upstairs of
with candles of despair.

The whiling of these spaces
illumines me
in a cosy blanket of black.

My pen hooks and pulls
a little diamond word out.

Come morning,
my sky is peppered with stars.

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