that day i’d just come home from school when she knocked on my door

it had been another of those days

i felt wounded

yet struggled to the door

there she was

the girl

her skin was pale almost as if she was the moon,

her skin dark like jet black ink that i use to exile my thoughts

her eyes just looked like buttons

i just stood and stared at the air of black dust the surrounded her

the snake ...

the dark

when i was tiny i was scared of the dark

my dad told me the dark was just a blanket of comfort over the world so we can sleep

as many moons passed by

the darkness i was scared of was no longer the night sky

it was the dark space under my bed

where the monsters hid

i came to learn monsters aren’t hiding under your bed they come from people

**i was n...