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Silent dark

shadows ”When you are not fed love on a silver spoon, you learn to lick it off knives.” —Lauren Eden, The Lioness Awakens i was raised by the dark— mother taught me to swallow the unsaid. my tongue split on edges, learned to sip honey from blades. shadows don’t starve. they chew the unspoken: hiss of struck matches, salt of a wound, a fist clenching grief like a prayer. i wear my scars as cutlery. each night, i set the table with my father’s silence, my mother’s marrowless bones. i eat what the light abandons. i drink what it fears.

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Date: 3/24/2025 7:16:00 AM
Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Welcome to Poetry Soup. I welcome you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.
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