Ex-tinguished
You're turning out the lights of our past,
slowly flipping the switches.
The memories are fading,
like dreams after waking.
What was once illumination,
is now a lone flickering light,
surrounded by darkness.
As more light gets extinguished,
as each memory fades,
my heart darkens,
becoming a black hole in my chest,
sucking in my thoughts,
ravelling my soul into tight, wet knots.
I am where the light can no longer survive.
By J. Barrett
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