Black is black,
and we all know those who are afraid of the dark.
But black is strong and deep and nurturing.
Black is the escape of the floatation tank,
the luxurious drape of black velvet,
the depth of real night beyond all light.
To slip on that little black dress,
strap on those shiny black boots
and stride out at midnight;
a black cat who may cross your path,
or stay home, blinds drawn, lights dimmed,
for times of steaming black coffee,
bitter black chocolate and heady black hash,
to feed on the peace and isolation of night.
To fear the dark is to fear your solitary self
. . .and who can escape their own shadow?
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By
Magdalena
