Wednesday, January 22, 2014


hatred for you makes me quiver;
I stand on my little legs
Shake my negligible fists
And curse you in a mouse voice.

Mankind, you are small darkness.
Specks of pepper floating on oil.
It makes me chuckle to think
There is a greater darkness.

Big dark out there is hungry.
It is gaping, moving, obscene
It will devour us all.
I will not blink my tiny eyes.

My eyes have adjusted
To the dark.

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