Democracy dies in the dark.
About the Creator
Harper Lewis
I'm a weirdo nerd who’s extremely subversive. I like rocks, incense, and all kinds of witchy stuff. Intrusive rhyme bothers me.
I’m known as Dena Brown to the revenuers and pollsters.
MA English literature, College of Charleston
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Letter to my Daughter
You have a choice to make here: are you going to continue the cycle, or are you going to break it? Keeping your son away from me hurts him; there’s no question about that. I thought you were being hurt, and I was trying to protect you, not punish anyone when I kept your grandfather away from you. I have said that I was wrong and I am sorry, but there was never any malice involved.
By Harper LewisExclusive • 3 months ago
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That single line hit harder than I expected, especially paired with the title — it felt less like a statement and more like a warning whispered under someone’s breath. I found myself filling in the silence with all the ways “the dark” gets normalized little by little until no one’s sure when the lights went out. Was the brevity intentional to mirror how quietly these things happen, or did it come from a moment of just not having more words left?
love that you turned it into a title 🔥
Too much truth here.
That's the gist of it.