Day 827, closed eyes. Day's pictures, Poetry Eyes closed and the darkness spirals. The black mass pulls down, up, it turns, the movement lures my mood in. I open my eyes and it lingers. Share this: Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Click to share on Mastodon (Opens in new window) Mastodon Click to share on Bluesky (Opens in new window) Bluesky Like Loading... Related