It's dark today
and it's not the type of Dark that goes away.
It lingers
well past sunrise
making itself comfortable.
Dark stretches its arms and embraces you
even though you didn't consent to its presence
nonetheless its touch.
It makes itself at home
on your couch
snuggling up close like you've been together forever.
And Dark likes to tease
it reminds you of that embarrassing thing you did 12 years ago that you've never forgotten and dwell on daily because it makes you feel like a terrible person even though rationally you know it wasn't a big deal and no one else even remembers it happening
except Dark.
It remembers
and it brings it up now and then
just to needle you.
But Dark knows you needle yourself
some days more than others
poking, scraping, cutting
bleeding
because it's the only way to relieve yourself of the tension that builds when Dark is around.
It's very, very dark today.
But sometimes
a smile can brighten a day
that Dark invades.
A smile
on a face
whose eyes look at you with hunger
is welcome
when Dark is the only companion you have.
And if you're hungry, too,
it can consume you
and make you forget about Dark
and all of its teasing
and needling
as you fill yourself up
licking your lips
taking it in
closing your eyes
breathing in deep
and milking each moment for all that it's worth.
But Dark brings you back down to Earth.
It whispers
but loudly
so it knows that you heard:
"He only fucks you with his eyes closed."
And that one line
eight words
is enough to break you.
Dark sweeps you up
shattered
but missing no pieces
though it never intends
to make you whole again.
It wants you to stay cracked
scarred
forever changed
so you never forget the damage it did
when it reminded you that even a stranger, whose only goal was to get his dick wet, couldn't even do it while facing you, eyes open, for a moment.
And that's what Dark does
there's no running away
just ready yourself
it's dark today.
About the Creator
Leanne Kennedy
I've always written, to some degree. Primarily academic papers for school and short stories for pleasure, but on occasion a poem comes to mind that I need to write down lest it disappear.
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