Blow out the light
and let the seconds pass by
as my eyes grow accustomed
to this darkness.
Silence is frightening,
when blackness morphs
into shapes I fail to recognise.
Strike another match.
Let the sharp scent of sulphur sting me
and surround me with light,
once again.
©Brindology 2013
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