It's easy to deceive in the light. Smiling faces, nice words, pretend morals, The daggers are unseen, hidden in sight. You die by a thousand cuts and never notice, preparing for the night. But at night you are vigilant and careful, searching for danger as it slumbers.
No, it's not the dark you should be afraid of.
YOU ARE READING
WritOber 2022
Short StoryA few short autumn writing exercises for the month of October.
