The sky begins to bruise- deep blue into purple, while moon dust
scratches across the stars. Dusk bleeds into twilight. Enchantment into
fear.
Black.
Dark.
Every night. I’m scared of seeing her again.
Her long dipped honey hair and skin of milk. The way the black drapes
across her back, showing her in the silver light who she really is.
A monster.
Trapped there in the silence. Music-less. Unholy.
I thought I had hid from her better than this. Perhaps run away. But she has found me again and I her.
And the struggle begins again.
I fear the night.
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