It was black, when I knew it

Before I was dead

When I woke near the morgue



Lacking warmth


I chose, to pick lightness

Arose savage and yet,

Weaker like a gazelle,

Injured and forever waiting

Red tape, the new order of the day


I had been immortal

I had shoulders set, shining silver

On chest

Now invisible, abundantly alone

Mocked & beaten even by trolls


Tiny items, clinging to life

Solid, something solid

Cling to the life rafts, boys!

Up, down, right yourself, round!

Destroy all your nights

By Claire