A Quill in the Dark

Not all can hear the scream...

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...It dwells
behind the dancing candle flame
amongst the shadows
in the absence of colors
dark as almost black
not as void
but a different 
emptiness
in each smoke that 
fades in the air
like unicorns
drifting with a myth
Descending 
with the desperation
of a flightless quill
a bloodless ink
turning into a 
scream...

 

Mek
Jan09

Author's Note

Photo by herryhewy