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| Photo from Sloopie |
by Ali Carnevale
The dark closes around me
suffocating
The wet sticky coldness that makes me shiver
holds me with hard leather restraints
Prisoner
Shoving me down
Threatening me with beaten memories
A keyhole glowing
The sneaky flicker on the tip-of-your-tongue thought
Growing bright orb
Memories of smiles, flashes of shotgun bursts of laughter
Surrounded in light
Pulsating, lifting, opening of hope
...The opposite direction of dark
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