Sometimes Dark is the Only Colour You Can See At Night.

Searching for an answer
in the midst of a blackout
on a sweltering summer night,
I felt
like if I could just wrap my hands around it
and feel it suffocate
then maybe the question would detach itself from me-
fall away, softly
decay.

It felt like I’d been running for years
with no respite, or end in sight.
Street lights yawning into a pitch of gray
watched me as I scratched myself down
to the raw, jagged edges of my skin,
and I could have sworn,
just a second ago
I still remembered my name
(after all this time of it being fed into my brain,
a cloudy metaphor contrived for the gist of me
to recognise the distance
from you to me,
I thought I had committed it to the shackles of memory).

Explore me-
I dared the image embedded
into the mirror’s parched skin.
Come apart,
step out into my heart,
give me company,
crack into the silky smooth of me.