Darkness

November 9, 2009
There is a place she calls the Darkness.
It is hidden.
Deep in her mind.
In there she is hollow, safe.
I watch her as she slips inside again.
Retreating into the dark recesses of inattention.
Creeping through her life.
Events move upon her.
Like an eclipse, overshadowing human emotion.





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