DARK MATTERS: CANDLES by Moriah M. Mylod

Light Little Soft Candles

In the darkness of your house

Turn on the light

Of familiar voices

Inside

Then go in circles

Up and down the halls

Until exhaustion makes you invisible

Standing asleep and naked in the hall

Blank staring while dreaming of flying & floating

And gently sang to sleep

Loud then soft melodies to silence the violence

That just takes place right down the hall

In the few lit rooms of my house

 

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