The night spreads, thick as velvet,
a dark weight pressing close,
and I lie in its arms,
swallowed by the silence—
no stars to guide, no moon to soften,
only the shadows, breathing beside me.
Beneath this hush, a scream coils,
silent, fierce, rising sharp,
a raw cry clawing its way up—
caught in my chest like jagged glass,
its edge scraping, ripping through
the tender walls of my heart.
The peac...