StyxA Poem by Anna
There's something in that darkness
something passing through its depths; something possessed of fractured light something brimming its blistered lips. I know it's coming down that evening; something squirming in musty crypts something clammy, it's laid up-waking; something groaning at twilight ships. What is this thing? What are you- something bobbing in sea foam blips something cutting off the breath; something blacked out of the scripts. There's something in that darkness that I cannot doubt exists.
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