Aug 17, 2020
2 min read
The Darkness My Friend
A Poem about Past Lives
The darkness starts to speak to me as I sit by the fire silently. Friends laughing and drinking sounds like music set to a beam of light. Quietly I sit, and I see the vial lift. Watching a part of me plays out on a screen, one I do not know. I speak to her to see what it is she has to say.
The ear full.
