Which towers over the night.
When the angel discovered this about me,
It retreated to the heavens.
To which I said, so be it:
I needed no light
To see the night as
My only destiny. And
Glowing in my darkness,
I smiled at the bright side of my face.
I drained its radiant reflection,
And danced.
With the angel’s wings
Crumpling underneath my every step.
Author: J.T.
I'm a writer, editor, and photographer with a passion for community development en Los Angeles. While my editing work covers a range of different subjects, my writing focuses primarily on social welfare in the city, including education at L.A.'s public middle and high schools, public transportation planning and efficacy, housing and small business policy, as well as voting turnout for local elections and policy. My photography is similarly city-based, focusing mostly on what makes Los Angeles home to so many working-class people from all across the U.S.A. and throughout the world. Enjoy.
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