POEM STARTER
Submitted by Petit-Mythe
'We all look the same in the dark.'
Use this line as inspiration for a story or poem.
Where the Shadows Keep Their Secrets
We all look the same in the dark—
bones beneath skin,
lips sealed tight like tombs
where the stories lie rotting.
No color, no scars,
no weight of past decisions
etched into the hollows of our cheeks.
Just shadows pretending
we’re clean.
Touch me there—
not the skin,
but the silence that clings to it.
You’ll find
not a person,
but a battlefield
dressed in flesh.
You’ll find the ghosts
I swallowed whole
to keep smiling.
They said night was kind,
that it levels us,
makes monsters into myths,
sins into secrets.
But the dark doesn’t heal.
It hides.
It wraps our pain in velvet,
lets us pretend
we’re not bleeding.
We become canvas—
blank, waiting,
waiting for someone
reckless enough
to strike the match.
And when they do—
when the light comes—
you’ll see the ruin,
the crooked brushstrokes,
the fingerprints of people
who used me up
and walked away
like I was just paint
on their hands.
Truth is cruel in daylight.
It doesn’t whisper.
It screams.
It points at the bruises
we painted over,
laughs at the lies
we told ourselves
just to sleep.
And suddenly,
we are no longer
the same.
We are seen.
I am not what you dreamed
in the comfort of dark.
I am shards,
I am ash,
I am stories written
with blood and refusal.
You cannot love me
in shadows alone.
Bring your light.
Burn me open—
but don’t flinch
when I glow
with everything
you never wanted to know.