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Shine in the basement She thought she caught a glimpse A sprig of light, gentle sublime glow The hallway was a greyscale tunnel She didn’t know how to walk through But the Midnight Orchid Was in her hand Clutched in a claw More than money but it was dying Slow, dried into beautiful, twisted paper And she held it like a cross When the hallway got darker, the petals Dropped in a row behind her When the shadows grasped Every sound was thunder And her eyes were white with terror But the Midnight Orchid Was in her hand About half past 3 am When the sounds got cloudy Muffled by a violating silence that descended from every direction She moved like a wasp From the circling doorway And the Midnight Orchid Was in her hand Perhaps these didn’t didn’t transform The way she saw herself When she peered through curved glass At the next “her” that would arrive Through a dream that beckoned And exploded her insides Like infinite spirals of fire The truth witnessed her When light finally washed bare feet And the stream of hallway petals A moment gone And a trillion moments come The Midnight Orchid Fell.
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Oct 12, 2021
Oct 12, 2021 at 6:19 PM UTC
The Midnight Orchid
Shine in the basement She thought she caught a glimpse A sprig of light, gentle sublime glow The hallway was a greyscale tunnel She didn’t know how to walk through But the Midnight Orchid Was in her hand Clutched in a claw More than money but it was dying Slow, dried into beautiful, twisted paper And she held it like a cross When the hallway got darker, the petals Dropped in a row behind her When the shadows grasped Every sound was thunder And her eyes were white with terror But the Midnight Orchid Was in her hand About half past 3 am When the sounds got cloudy Muffled by a violating silence that descended from every direction She moved like a wasp From the circling doorway And the Midnight Orchid Was in her hand Perhaps these didn’t didn’t transform The way she saw herself When she peered through curved glass At the next “her” that would arrive Through a dream that beckoned And exploded her insides Like infinite spirals of fire The truth witnessed her When light finally washed bare feet And the stream of hallway petals A moment gone And a trillion moments come The Midnight Orchid Fell.
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avaweiland
Oct 12, 2021
Oct 12, 2021 at 6:19 PM UTC
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