Too close to the night

I wanted to be neat and tidy.

No aches or pains.

Steady as she goes.

I needed to be light and fluffy

A breath of fresh air to replenish your soul.

And I was. For a while.

But like a burning photograph

The edges of me began to singe and smoulder

And slowly but surely I crumpled inwards

My gaping smile, fading… fading until

Puff!

I was no more than smoke

That made you splutter and choke.

I can never be colour.

I will never shine bright

My soul is too close to the surface

Too close to the night.

(C) Slumpless

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