Wednesday, January 15, 2014

A Cloak

A prose poem.

The darkness was safe. Even the spotlight was safe; it made the darkness darker. But when the houselights went up, all I felt was naked.
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  1. "Jack" JacksonJanuary 15, 2014 at 3:51 PM

    Very brief, but very deep.

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  2. Johnny OnlyJanuary 15, 2014 at 5:21 PM

    I'm voting for you when the United States Poet Laureate position opens up.

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