the dark is not unkind   :   sometimes it recedes and makes space for brightness.   some nights its grip softens ,   disguised as a loving caress ,   a companion willing to chase the loneliness away.   the dark is patient ,   it’s relentless   —   for each second of release ,   one hour of madness is gifted.   its twisted and twisted your mind until   (   some days   )   there’s nothing to fight for.   you no longer care ,   no longer find a reason to resist its call.   hooded figure ,   sitting on a stool.   dust - coated glass twirled between your fingers in this forsaken planet   ;   here the delirium battles for your control.   you try ,   concentrating on her   (   whose name is too powerful ,   painful and a weapon from your lips   )   and your child ,   but slowly you’re losing ,   alcohol burning down your throat.   attempting to forget.   UNTIL   ———

                                flowing brown locks have caught your attention ,   have caught your breath inside frozen lungs.   could she truly be here  ?   your feet move impulsively ,   desperate light behind blue eyes.   long fingers come to rest above her shoulder ,   and your voice is raw.   WITH EMOTION ,   WITH DISBELIEF.   ❛   PAD   —   ❜   it hurts to pronounce ,   mouth stings as it brushes past it.   but such affliction is nothing   ;   compared to the disappointment which soon follows.   YOU’RE NOT HER.   you don’t even speak ,   don’t find the strength.   arm dropping ,   electrified ,   as recognition is bestowed upon your features.   the smoke curling around your heart vanishes   (   weakened for the moment ,   shadows hiding in the corners of your brain   )   gaze remains surprised.   ❛   sabé  ?    what are you doing here  ?   ❜

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