My secret land

I used to wax poetics about the darkness,

How beautiful the sharp edges of the shadows are when they swallow you whole, leave you vulnerable.

How the blade of a knife cuts into flash and leaves a masterpiece of blood and viscera on a rotten pavement.

I like those images, the raw violence and pain of a twisted society. probably because I never experienced it.

I'm privileged im my attraction to the darkness, able to maintain a fantasy.

At least for now.