Sacrifice ​

The darkness enfolds me like a cloak,
a good thick winter one
with a deep velvety pile
warm and comforting
matching it’s shape to mine.

The sky was blue earlier,
then blue black
turning purple
purple black
before
came the blackness
that I need to wrap me.

Even so,
up here on the surface
it will always be broken
first by the harsh
pinpoint lights
of stars
glittery things
pointlessly
breaking up my dark.
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Then
the breaking day
splits it open
cutting it
with blue,
grey,
white,
like a knife
opening up a wound
and slicing through my comfort
sacrificing me to the sunlight.

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Lynn White
Lynn White lives in north Wales. Her work is influenced by issues of social justice and events, places and people she has known or imagined. She is especially interested in exploring the boundaries of dream, fantasy and reality. She has been nominated for a Pushcart Prize, Best of the Net and a Rhysling Award. Find Lynn at: https://lynnwhitepoetry.blogspot.com  and https://www.facebook.com/Lynn-White-Poetry-1603675983213077/

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