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Poem: From Darkness
By John Grey
Last night, in the kitchen, her husband beat her unconscious.
From his darkness, a swift right fist emerged.
From his darkness, he felt her jaw crack, heard her head hit the floor.
But, even in his darkness, he suffered regret for what he'd done.
And even now, still in his darkness, he has remorse for company.
What does darkness feel like when you're in the midst of it?
Like a cabin in the woods with no electricity?
Or the smother of a pillow pressed into your face?
And remorse? A candle maybe?
A little push back so you can breathe at least?
Last night, she suffered a blow so hard and fierce,
it knocked her out cold.
There was such a darkness,
she couldn't even feel herself in there.
And, when she emerged,
she had no memory of ever having been
in a place so black.
And from her darkness, she didn't lash out,
merely packed a bag and left.
Both agreed that these arc dark times.
And with room for more than one darkness.
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