I laid there.
In shadows of firmilar night. Cut open raw like a wound in the skin.
I lay flat on my back.
Staring up at the night sky that is the roof of these four walls; security within insecurity.
Blackness all around me.
Washing over me.
But I can still see.. when I close my eyes.
Red flowers flow gently past the inky rivers of my thoughts.
And then I see a darkness.
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