The lamp’s vile light
Dispels the shadows
Where I hide,
Huddled near the earthen floor.
I hate its putrid illumination.
I hate you more for finding me here.
Bathed in it.
Revealed by it.
Your eyes graze my contorted body,
Then scrape the floor,
Where my secrets lay scattered,
Slick and shiny and onyx black.
They are not for your scrutiny.
I dig a hole.
I bury them deep.
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