Black: rich and plentiful in his entirety. Unconditional. He sits within the empty silence in which the humans used to fill; suspended, rigid. He will not edge. Black envelopes the skyline with the breadth of his body, casting a paranormal darkness upon our Earth. He signals the passing of another day and the prospect of morning. Black entices the daylight into his grasp and engulfs its surfaces with systematic precision. Twisting, turning, crushing. He moves with a numbness - a resistance. Black houses the insidious without concern for their intent. He has never been challenged; there are no rules to his reign.
- By Elizabeth Davy
Lizzie x
Lizzie x
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