I wonder what they think
When they see me
Shaking in the dark
When the inky midnight sheet of yore
Suffocated me
Leaving only
The shred of light
A cool and muted red.
Why does the cloaking unknown
Scare me shitless
Breaking me apart
For all to step on.
Why do i have to crumble under the pressure
tear-stroked and cold
Unlike the heroes
Who make the night a part of them
And only see stars.
But maybe there’s something real about that extra space
Even soul crushing and raw-
Like Nyx on a mysterious evening
I am the night
And I bare emotion
Sensitive and small
Until the night
cracks.