If you see a light at the end - it’s just the sun in your eyes
My eyes were diluted to ash against her bleak twilight that filtered through my night’s once flawless black. The glow outlined my body. Its luminous touch had forsaken my night’s embrace that once melted into me. For days I’ve craved the pressure of her caress and now… when the blackness engulfs my being there is nothing. I felt nothing; I was numb. I could not return to the former habit of simply existing with her, no. The moment I acknowledged her touch - I was corrupt.
The darkness that falls was no longer pleasing causing my awe to stray. Tonight seemed cold as the moisture that fainted to the ground hardened it. It was too much effort as my claws tried to anchor into a more sealed posture. My weight gave in to a shift, fracturing the hardened vile that collected along the side that I now leaned against. The filth smothered into the ground, ironically creating a makeshift shadow of my being in the night.
She tormented me in ways the blight could not - it was in my mind. I was so lost, at times I would forget the creature next to me. It followed me like I had once followed her. Once created by my night - everything I had coveted dissolved; therefore I discarded any notice of it (the child). Like a parasite leeching onto an inadequate host - it suffered. It was so frail that its hollowed breathes were heavy with effort. I had wondered if it would die like myself or escape it like its mother.
The young splintered my limbs with its prickly teeth… maybe it was curious to move me. In my own curiosity - I threw my weight towards it and watched it fall so softly into the hard ground. The young’s drop sent cinders into the air that collected onto our moist bodies; developing a modest contrast of us against the dark. My awe of the child was slightly mused with pity, but there was not a function in me that could attend to it. I did not know what it required to live. Its breathes now drew in with shorter intervals. I would soon get my answer.
For now, I was lost to thought. My hearing drowned out of the sounds of the child’s whine. I wanted to render a moment of my adore, and her beautiful blackness. But this act was defeated by the obsession of her blackly impressions. This forbade a lack of purpose. My night had fed me with a sensation on my flesh. I felt the pressures and moments of time that allotted each new feel. Now, time stands still. My beloved leaves me deprived and empty.