We all look the same in the dark

Our primal instincts to kill

To hide

To run

Take over

Our thoughts

To love

To sing

To write

Flee under the cover of dark satin

If only—

The darkness we hold so desperately onto

Wasn’t already in us

Our veins

Our blood

Our fears

We all look the same in the dark

If only

when the lights flickered on

And we blinked temporally blinded

Only to be blinded again

By othe...