Darkness Darkness is a blanket that does not give warmth. Heartache is a bloodied violin bow drawn across a wounded soul. Hear the echoes of her agony. Listen to her loss. It washes out her eyes and fills her mouth with salt water. Oceans of pain wash over her. Tides rise, and like other flotsam, she is taken out to sea. The sea is darkness. And darkness is a blanket that does not give warmth. _________________ Lair Dread-filled dreams disturb me and seize my sleep. Cobwebs clot my mind. Blood-red spider sucks my life away, then drags its bloated body into the darkest depths. Venomous heat and fear cremate then recreate me. Rotting breath that you breathed into me: poisoned tongue, twisting and pulling, while I went numb. I am an empty shell, snared in ghastly gossamer. I can’t escape the steely threads you’ve wrapped me in.