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The Pariah

Night had wept herself into a puddle, in a pothole on the street On the edge he sat panting, sniffing at the teary  and smoldering retreat. The innocuous looking festival of light had always fomented  with an insidious intent. It had violated  the modesty of darkness. Escaping, she stumbled  on the thresholds of lamps. On the window sills she  left her laments. Seeking refuge in  the corner of loneliness, she met him, terrified  of the gratuitous generosity of the ill-bred lights. Cowering under the pyrotechnics, pelted by bursts and illuminations, hither-tither did he run witnessing the evisceration of the night. And when the daylight ended the fluorescent  gloom of celebrations, night was still in the puddle, wheezing the promise of resurrection to her lonely companion.