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Apr 2015
“That dark night in the soul where it’s always 2:00 in the morning”
…Its 2:35 and I am feeling that.
There is a reason people are afraid of the dark,
The Devil lurks there.
Haunting us with lies that begin to feel real,
Because maybe they are.
Maybe they are not lies at all
But rather uncensored revelations of the truth.
The truth that we would rather tie up with a neat bow
Or simply ignore all together.
The raw slab of human flesh that Lecter slaps down on ***** plate in front of us,
that makes our stomach quiver.
And perhaps his greatest deceit is making us think they are lies.
For if they are,
There will be no need to change them because they are not real.
And they will continue to linger in our lives.
They will destroy us.
And we will point our fingers at God in blame, screaming
“WHY DIDN’T YOU SAVE US!”
Because we sit awake,
At 2:44,
Lurking in line with the Devil.
Sophia Gaffney
Written by
Sophia Gaffney  San Diego
(San Diego)   
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