Something nudged me awake around midnight.
I got up to see. Turns out the storm made windows pane cracked.
I tried looking for the glass piece and spotted in the bed with my throat slit.
night
Like the stars…
You’re like the stars in the sky
I saw in my childhood
twinkling, smiling down at me
assuring me of a beautiful darkness.
That the places I choose to be
I’d be followed faithfully
with a poetic hope
whispering
that nights are
as influential as the light.