NaPoWriMo 2 2017

We all have this light oozing from our souls

and the darkness around us stops frightening

the butterflies and birds dancing around

inside of this flesh-covered bone of mine.

Now listen to me, Darling, there's nothing

wrong with me here, I'm not writing about

the emptiness or sorrow 'cause I need you

to find or send help for what's left of me -

Oh, no, I've learned from mistakes like that,

no, I'm writing this way because I let the

beers and sickly sweet martinis settle in

alongside the words in my veins. Which

normally, wouldn't be much of a problem,

except for the fact this time I couldn't find

the stars when it happened, I wasn't able to 

behold the wonder and beauty of the sky -

and I think that's what's got me so thrown off

right now, Baby. I'm covered in pinpricks

instead of molds and stencils, so the light 

I'm looking for, s coming out all the wrong places. 

Nothing's wrong with me, Baby, really, it's not,

I'm just starting to find Darkness really quite hot.