FLAWED MOTION (a writing collection)

darkness

the stars used to be so bright but now they are just faint dots in the murky early morning sky and i have to squint to see them. the scent that i have to endure is metallic and i dont like it. it reminds me of blood and bruised knees and my childish wails as i trip on concrete.

i remember when i was 6 or 8 i was afraid of the dark. i feared what lied inside the darkness of the corners, the ghosts that might stray away from the shadows and come to haunt me. i was scared of the monsters that lurk in the black voids underneath my bed or inside my closet. i never understood darkness, and i guess i was petrified of what i didnt understand.

i am still petrified of what i do not understand.

i used to hide under the covers because i saw glowing, empty eyes in the darkness but now the darkness is my blanket covering me. (and the empty eyes are the ones who stare back at me when i glance at the mirror)

the moon is always so beautiful at night, i wonder if it too is petrified of what it does not understand.