Sudden

sudden blackness
dousing his
good spirits

He had
tried to speak
and he would let it
and
used this savage power
that was coming back
where he had for years

trying to recapture
something
lost?

I skipped the emoji poem. I was at the end of my work day, and very tired, so translating emoji’s was not going to be my thing. I skipped the random prompts and went right to blackout poetry.

This was an excerpt from Stephen King’s Salem’s Lot

(Hour 8)

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