The Dark Place

You were in the dark place

Whether you were ingesting brown or white, nodding or tweaking

It's all the dark place

I use to believe in a difference between

The two, like personality types

Brown was chill and white more dangerous, but it's all the dark place

I can smell it on you from a thousand miles away, in the back of my throat

Where my nostrils empty and the taste lies

You're not ready to come out yet.

But you do want to be seen there.

For the first time in awhile you are looking

Maybe, to bring someone with you

Maybe, for someone to pull you out

I have a feeling you live there

You live, in the dark place,

You are not just a visitor

And "were" is quite incorrect

For you the dark place is home

You surrendered a long time ago

I know where my dark place is

I know the space inside that I hold

I can smell it's stench from time to time

Abcess and rotting, I remember

It's a bit grey now, like murky water

You are not looking at me

I won't come with you and I won't try to save you and you know that.

However, you see my grey

That part of you that longs to come back

Is attracted to it, as I am to your dark.

But really it's the memories, not of eachother, but where each of us has been.

I don't wish you anything, why waste energy, I do see you in the dark place.

You see me in my grey and we will stare at eachother through boxes in our hands.

A Thousand miles of distance between us

Amazing how scent can travel so far and silence speaks more clearly then words

I see your reflection in a place I am not returning too, and you see mine the same.

I love that dark place but it is not my home

You love the grey, but you don't live here.

We know eachother without conversation

Salina Brilla is A writer, artist, music booker/promoter, and tarot reader in Huntsville Alabama, check out Red Magic Imports podcast on Spice radio, DIYLive on youtube and #RedMagic

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