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Darkness

despair

ruins of buildings, lives and the faces of people I knew

or thought I knew

visit me when I sleep.

These phantoms  drive the nightmares

that visit me, that haunt me, that call  the endless twilight in my head home

Dead images, abandoned words, forgotten promises and curses  brought to life again now live in the daylight

in each word I carve on stone, in paper on bone.

Daily Addictions Prompt: Motor