By: Rachel Franklin

Tonight I let my shadow wind around my ankles
Soft fingers pulling me down as I succumb to myself.
I look inside to find a growing grasping black.
You should have risen by now, your cadence the only light
In my inner endless tribute to things worse than death,
In my hallways filled with ruins of living luminescence.
If I soak up the Cimmerian blacklight shimmering here,
Will you lay me across these dark pyres,
Burn me in the ashes of dusk stabbed by daybreak,
And offer me up as a sacrifice to the ways I could neverever