The ones who danced with darkness

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The ones who danced with darkness 
By Jack Dinovitz

I have danced with darkness, it’s not all melancholy and Daisy’s. Her dance is Cynical, exacerbating the idea of touched lips. The cheap smell of lines and raspy diaphragms curse the words of the matriarchy, but the sound of loneliness and silence were all too strong.  

I have met indifference, his sadist touch of rage and morality escaped out of a mind to numb for the scars of beauty and to drawn for the night of the patriarch. 

They denounced the innocent, playing god with book written by misogyny and whispered to the weeping, commit. It’s suicide plainly as the words grow and shrink in the child’s mind that never felt canonized. Purity never rots, damnation on the persecutors, damnation on the malevolent. 

I have seen the quiet, it’s cold and stagnant. 

I was saved by belladonna, the comfort of her night and dampness of soul cloaked and drenched me in Lazarus. Lily came first then came eve. I have touched the bosom of purity and will not die in neutrality.

They have played with darkness, too close to the edge. 


The ones who danced with darkness all holy nothing red. 

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