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The Color Black

Vritika Thareja
Jul 20, 2017 · 1 min read

This heartbeat, this silence is disturbingly calm.

What are they trying to say, these lines on my palm?

It is not fear but darkness that awaits,

The gory eyes and the fictional date.

The voices calling in the night

And those inside our heads,

Are they really monsters under the bed?

For me, that’s the crack.

They are creatures molded from the black.

I know I belong there

And now I will be demented away.

.

Pull me away…pinch me…I need a shake!

For now, I hear a grisly voice,

“But you’re already awake!”

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