65. On a moonlit night 

Night.
You’re here once again.
Your blackened countenance gazes upon me as I close my eyes.
My memories belong to you.

In my dreams, your look is inscrutable;
I know not what you think of me.

Night,
Will you bring me peace?
Will you lie beside me,
Watch over me
And chase the nightmare away?

Will you let an all-consuming sleep be my bedfellow once more?

I hear footsteps beyond my door.
The voices travel far to reach my ears.
I imagine they talk about me.
Yes, me.
Sad little me,
That nobody else talks about.

The footsteps walk away
And a silent pause stays behind.

No, I do not hear the heartbeat anymore.

Night.
Shall I lean back on my pillow?
Shall I allow you to embrace me with the wickedness of your depth and surrender to your breathing?

©Brindology & Cassandra Luey 2016
Original image by Cassandra Luey

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