#dark thing

“I am terrified by this dark thing that sleeps in me.”

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Sylvia Plath , The Collected Poems

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He never took his coat off, whether it be in his house or in public places. Nobody knew who he was. Strangely enough, the only thing the people around him knew about him was about his coat, what it was like, what it was made of, how he got it. They knew everything about it, although they didn't know why he never took it of, but knew nothing about him.

They didn't know who he was, what was his name, his job, if he had any family. They didn't even knew what he looked like. The only thing they could remember when they thought back about him was his coat. Even when they tried to get a better look at him, at his face, tried to make out features, their eyes could only see the coat. They couldn't get to his face, stuck on his simple coat as if a spell had been cast on them to force them to look at it.

They didn't know how long he had stayed, they didn't even know at what point he had appeared in town or when he left. But, one day, they all realized that he was gone and that they wouldn't see him and his cursed coat ever again.

It was weird for everyone, but, they all felt as if something had been lifted off their chest with his disappearance.

Footsteps on the pavement, eyes down, eyes forward Are you still looking for them? Where are they? Why haven’t you given up.

No remorse

You smile

 Times up

Look around you Look at them, glancing as you pass them by

You know you don’t belong

You’re not from here

Here, gangs, drugs, clubs reign supreme No place for you

No place for you But you need to find them

Get them back

Revenge has evaded your grasp for eternity,

 Times up

 Walk into the club

heart pounding

head pounding

mind racing

feet pacing  

 All eyes on you

All eyes on you

All eyes

On you

Keep walking, eyes down, eyes forward

 Music low as is the lights

Look around you

You see girls, men, smokes in the air

Then

You see them

 This is it