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Words by Elizabeth Britton
Image by Jasmine Thompson
i was born from the death of a flickering candle.
A wisp of wind had slipped in through the crack of a windowsill
& curled upward to meet the burning Flame.
In a hushed snuff i was brought into this world––
plunging me deep in darkness––still
bathing me in the silky shadows of your mind…
i was created
& as i place a hand on your warm head
you drift off to sleep.
You expect dreams of Wonderland and Alice,
but you find, to your utter dismay,
that you are tormented by years
i silently weep
& i watch them fall––my tears...
for my existence brings no one pleasure
no one will ever care
So i wait for Her––Dream––that Sweet Girl...
The Beauty in the night
The Flame that Brings the Light
The Gentle Touch to my malice…
A Creature of a Different Kind
i hear Her now as She turns the handle,
pushing past the pain
just to reach your most Precious Treasure
bringing it forth through the dead
Dreams i have given you
Yes, it is true
i am the nightmare
Never Loved, always hated
#Unreal #Poetry #Photography #Homosexuality #Struggle #HumanCondition #Imagery
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