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Jun 2017
For the first time in my life,
I wish for darkness;
an ever ending pit of blinding
light that pushes me
further down
an abyss that I can't traverse.
I wish for blindness,
which stretches
my periphery and
pushes my vision
to test it's limits
across shadows
that refuse to play
alone on walls
and empty grounds.
I wish to be
swept aside into
the unknown and
be asked to
make sense
of the wavering
silhouettes that
my hands make
against the surface.
I want my body to
mask itself into a
star; with fury that
can burn galaxies
and brightness that
can blind you sightless.
If my life was a
constellation,
each day would mark
itself as a network of
unconnected
destinations,
making shapes
when I try to
put them together.
Written by
Zaira Sade
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     Irate Watcher, Mary Winslow and ---
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