The Loving Dark

It’s safe within the loving dark.
A stack of quarters, and some skill
Will keep her here for four more hours;
Here — where no one comes much anymore.

She’s most herself when she’s absorbed
Within a task she loves:
destroying aliens
is one such thing.
There is no judgment here,
there’s just a score.

So rain can fall outside, or cold
Can blast through people, politics —
There is a light that only burns:
But she’ll stay safe here
in the loving dark.

(Picture colored by me, using the ColorTherapy app. – Owen)

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Beleaguered Servant

Owen Servant is an online poet working in a style that's been described as "compulsive". In real life, he is an actuary, because being a poet wasn't unpopular enough.

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