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Nothing Has Changed

A poem

Benighted
Published in
2 min readApr 20, 2024

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Blue and pink lights are seen behind a fogged-up window with water droplets and condensation on it.
Photo by Mohammad Alizade on Unsplash

I swear, nothing’s changed since we last talked —
your surprise pierces my lungs and I fight
against the tide of the voice inside my head
that dictates my next downfall into a spiral,
so tenderly orchestrated by your inquisition.

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Benighted
Nowisms

Inspired by soul journeys in the dreaming and waking life and beyond. Revered by the night and the darkness of the Unconscious. (they/them)