The Other Darkness

The feral sun shines on pixie dust
that glitters in-between purple raindrops that fall on us.
In our mother’s womb we all lived in darkness once,
then breathed in light—
but the other darkness came and swallowed some of us
in a long goodnight.

They were shiny and unbreakable like metal once—
but then sat listlessly and began to rust.
Oh heaven what will become of us,
if we are unloved with no one to trust?

The other darkness, it stalks—
and to mercilessly consume is what it wants.
In twilight glare, wide eyes they stare
to drown the darkness in the moonlight’s tears.
In winter winds on a full moon night,
diamond tears are shed to reflect the light.

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