Sleeping with a light on to fight shadows. Some thing stirred its way along the walls without it; a cloak of ink around a mass that was within the wall, became the wall, became tower, became infinitesimal. But it dissolved beneath the soft yellow glow of lamplight from landing hallway; door left wide open.
Years pass. Hurricane of tears and moods and lessons in patchworking a heart. All within the shell of midnight - within the unlit bed. Within a child hiding behind adolescent bluster, into adult dismissal. Within the clenched fist that swings through the air, confused by its lack of substance.
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