I found myself
in a room
pervaded by an oxymoron
of darkness
and
innocence
Watching,
as you began
to pour
your darkness
into my light
in a might
of flashes
flickering
the ashes
of innocence
into gases
That ignited
blurs
of
memories of “-”
Before the light was finally let in
;
3.00 AM
Morning
© Hudson Biko
Inspired by the Daily Prompt: Blur
Photograph: Dmitry Ermakov
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