Poetry

Black Thing Like Darkness

It matches
My every inhale and exhale
It throbs
Like the wild beat of my heart
It has a life
It’s alive

This black thing like darkness
That surrounds me.
It’s at every turn
and it lives
both within and without me
And it’s comfortable like mama’s womb

It’s a smog
and it’s like mist-
and it burns
I like it here
because I can see Zzeechy’s face
But Zzeechy,

Why is your face
Upside down?
Why does your hitherto beautiful smile
Look more like a snarl?

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