black is no longer my
favorite color,
though it hardly is a color,
but the absence
of light.
how easy it is to hide
in the dark,
to cloak oneself
in black.
to pull the shades,
to douse
the lamp, to crawl beneath
the bed
and wait
life out.
I've given up on black.
I need light.
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