Overexposure

Afraid of the light

I hide in my red

den.

 

From the other side

it looks like black and white

but from my angle:

 

death.

It haunts like some stalking shadow,

a vague whisper of night.

A relentless night,

an endless night.

 

Someday you will find me

crushed beneath the weight

of my sins,

stiff and cold. What a sight.

 

I long for warmth,

but the bright glare

overwhelms

 

into startling gray dots

that swim past my reality.

Marred

 

pour of blue substanceless

fear.

Empty words

 

as meaningless as any truth

scream aimlessly

into pretense.

 

Mythic hopes

vanish delicately

into the blackness.

 

Please ignore me,

and shut that door behind you.

I shun the day,

 

and the phosphorescent glow

that accompanies it.

It hurts

 

stabbing like a murderous acupuncturess

with dark advice on the sensitivity

of nerves.

 

The salve of darkness cloaks

while I rest from the numbing

overexposure.

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