There is darkness enough in there
To bury myself in…
Like in daddy’s huge, black overcoat
Silent, safe and sweating in it…
Through games of hide and seek
On long summer afternoons.
You stretch your hands to touch me
There’s mastery in your fingers, and triumph
As they try to unbutton this coat of darkness
And expose my invisibility.
I cringe as the black turns grey
Fading, as drops of knowledge
Inundate my existence.
There’s a better darkness somewhere,
and darker still.
So in the dark pool of non-memories
Sprinkled with pieces of a broken self
I drown…inside me.