Answer to a broken promise

The dark forbidding crags Placidly accept the rush Of this angry sea On this cold December morn. The wind unforgiving Against my skin, Transformed by the gale Into delicate porcelain Seconds from breaking. Now as I plunge Into the coming beyond My mind is clear enough For me to admire The sky’s icy blue Against the bitter black Of the end that awaits me.

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I am a button pusher. I stir up trouble. It is what I do. I live in the borders between light and dark. I can write about beautiful things, and joy and love, but I find I am more creative when i write about the dark. I love to hold a mirror up to the...

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