stark / dark

fierce fervor, had

once found it’s

flow of current in my

veins; a pale mint green –

perhaps lit in nauseating

envy – still, every now

and again, desire floods

my blood, it’s movement

interrupted by a stark

stab; into the dark.

gushing with skepticism,

i crumble, myself

into the homecoming

of eternal uncertainty.

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