The Darkness

The darkness follows me home.
The darkness makes peanut brittle in my microwave.
The darkness makes a nest in my hair.
The darkness weeds my garden.
The darkness sits next to me at the bar, drinking wine.
The darkness is the wine.

published in Dark Entries and Entropy


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