The Darkness
A poem by Earica R. Parrish
At night
I come alive
as the streetlights
creep their way through
my living room blinds
I unwind.
What is time
when it’s borrowed?
These hours are known
to welcome sorrow
into my bed to sleep
I weep no more
my clothes drop to the floor
as I dance around my room
Bare
Aware
As intimacy fills my space
and heart
with ease
I’m pleased with the fact
That the night has embraced me
as its very own.
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Earica (EP) Parrish
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You’ll give it one more minute, and then you’re headed back inside. It’s pretty chilly out, after all. Not that that’s a real issue - you’ve stood out here for longer, and in colder weather. The snow is nearly gone already; tiny, dirt-stained islands of the stuff form a shrinking archipelago dotting the sea of green that is your backyard. Striations of sunlight dance through the trees at the edge of the woods and paint the scene in a camouflage of brown, green, and gold.
By Gabriel Huizenga4 days ago in Fiction
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"Multi-hyphenate," yes, I can see that. You are rich.