Who do I speak to in the dark, when my moon is encumbered by intransient clouds? Selene, can you hear me? Blink twice for yes. (image: Pinterest)
Fleet feet into the wood you went; they had scent for your blood, and you obliged despite my caution. I followed you through the veil low lying grey, hush expanded, my breadth at your heels— but now you’ve learned. So the sickness does spread thick as molasses, and you’re a boulder in my arms; ifContinue reading “Hush (Expanded)”
Ever I change. A shade at will– see me clearly, you won’t.
I hide behind the shadows shading my face– can’t stand your sunshine. Sunbeams are like platitudes. I don’t need you to cheer me. Just sit with me in the dark and say, “I know.” That is enough.
I like to be awake alone at night. Perhaps it’s a preference inherited from my mother. Can preferences be inherent? Any smarty-pants reading this post, feel free to comment the answer below; however I do know the answer to the broader question unasked. So, maybe don’t bother commenting because you’ll probably just piss me off. YouContinue reading “Real at 2 a.m.”
The Heavens prepare for dusk turn down the sun, orange-pink watercolor world now purple-blue ink for dark deeper still until the black gives birth to her stars and the phantom rises, white moon omnipotent, beloved nightlight, calls for the shadows I see my garden clearer in contrast
You–You are never alone…