Night

As day turns to night the light turns to colourless darkness of a shade that turns my eyes from hazel to grey

Inside my eye sockets; my pupils turn to crude oil and travel slowly down my skull to live in my body and coat all my joy in sticky vacuous mass

I cannot see inside me like I never could before

My work is done

I am in bed shivering of the cold chill of hope; biting my ears with the marching sound of defeat

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