Blackness, reflexively.

Charcoal ink covers all.

landscapes, bedrooms, and barns

Obliterated

All enveloping

Magnificent mountains, glorious diamonds, shining faces

Gone.

And yet…

Dark is not enough to hide some things

For they are even darker than the night.

I am a Unicorn.

A creature who doesn’t exist,

so rare nobody has ever seen one.

That makes me invisible and unavoidable.

Probability says each part of me is improbable on its own,

adding them all together makes for impossibility beyond measure.

A million, billion impossibilities rolled into one.

I shouldn’t exist.

Therefore I don’t exist.

Yet here I am.

People see me,

though I don’t feel real,

I am not real.

I am someone else.

Hiding in plain sight.

A shell for others to see,

they look through me hidden inside as if I’m not there,

because I’m not.