Before the darkness

Freckles of joy

caressing my agitated nipples

just before the darkness.

Dark and brazened,

my foot trots towards the dark alley.

Dead are my instincts,

melted by molten hatred,

hardened by gale of passion.

Yet,

I push on

knowing not what creeps

in the blinding darkness.

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