Literature
Fabric of Darkness
Darkness exists everywhere for me, like God for my religious mother, like humidity in the south, like water in a monsoon. It covers me, I see it wavering and shivering from the gaping mouths of liars, every person. It fills me, completes me, holds together these broken bones, makes up for the huge chunks torn from my heart, fills the empty sockets of my gouged out eyes. Darkness is the very fabric of my universe. If life were a tapestry woven by the fates as they say, darkness coils itself around every thread, every fiber, until the tapestry is so completely empty that it is impossibly heavy, so dead that it appears alive, squirming under the
