BY Margueritte Mokgaetji Pitjeng, South African Currently in Veszprém Hungry

What is darkness you ask?

Darkness is how you hold a pen

Within the confines of your fingers

Trying to scribble down your first alphabet.

Its how perfectly imperfect you seem,

Although your skeletons have turned to ash

It’s the hopelessness you carry after 50 selfies

Due to the void, you created as a sanctuary

For bitter, icy darkness.

Darkness is the light that can never be hidden

I agree with you…

You do not worship it, right?

But you have allowed it to worship your feet

From the moment you gave in to low self-esteem.

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