Black Petals Issue #111 Spring, 2025

A J Dalton: Unseen

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Unseen

 

By A J Dalton

 

How long

has it been there?

Always, I fear

Why haven’t I noticed

before, then?

The mind only sees

what it wants

or can understand

like snow-blindness.

From the beginning

it’s been

draining me like

a parasite and now I know why

I become so tired and sometimes ill.

Perhaps we’d all be immortal if

it weren’t for these invisible

monsters who evade our spectra

to latch on as soon as we’re born.

Yet now I am too weak to fight it

and I feel it blurring my memory of these Nekra.

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A J Dalton (www.ajdalton.eu) is a UK-based writer. He’s published the Empire of the Saviours trilogy with Gollancz Orion, and various collections with Kristell Ink, Luna Press and Vraeyda Media. He’s currently just about making a living as a lecturer at Middlesex University. He lives with his monstrously oppressive cat named Cleopatra.

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