If Pain Was Black
- Nolcha Fox
- Feb 11, 2024
- 1 min read
Updated: Feb 14, 2024
I am a bird in the night. I am the night under a burnt-out street light. I am a burnt-out streetlight with midnight wings. I am a worm in the beak of the night, soaring above the street. I have no lights to see the pain. The pain is black. It swallows me.
published in Write Under the Moon
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