Corners are Cold But I Fit Just Right

The shadows are mine. A steady partner, the night dances with me as we writhe together in this agony. Bathing in darkness I am left only with my memories and miseries as I watch you from midnight’s cold and barren womb. Each morning I emerge stillborn and wait for the next life in her blinding blackness. How I cherish these nights when the moon glances down with icy stares in stops and starts exposing the nightmares in fleeting glimpses of horror.  I am one of them. And at night, when you lay your head to rest, feel free to have me then as you wish. I am your nightmare now.

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