Night came.
Shadows crawled from corners.
Shades of blue wrapped rooms
in gossamer curtains of navy blue.
She braced.
This is when the skeletons would dance
in the closet that holds them.
to rattle her bones.
This is when the demons would creep
from under the floorboards
to tease her with her own memories.
This is when the moths would come
to flutter her thoughts,
chewing holes in
the threads of hope.
She lit a candle
and breathed in the warmth
of vanilla soaked light.
She opened doors and windows;
and the room was quiet.
The stars twinkled.
For once
the darkness was comforting.
About the Creator
Ellie Hoovs
Breathing life into the lost and broken. Writes to mend what fire couldn't destroy. Poetry stitched from ashes, longing, and stubborn hope.
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