In The Dark
I used to work in a library,
The place where I found love.
I thought reading so much had opened my eyes…
But, no novel could have prepared me for this.
Love killed me.
And love stories always have a happy ending—
But life had a different genre in mind.
The air in here is thick,
And I enjoy the darkness.
But, it makes me focus
On the worms
Wrapped around my decaying body.
Maybe I’m just unlucky.
But, even the dead tell stories.
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