Nyctophilia

No moon.

No stars.

No light. 

 

Just 

 

Shadows, and silence. 

This feeling's just right. 

 

Hugged by a blanket. Silk sheet against my skin. 

 

The night saves those thoughts,

 

those thoughts from caving in. 

This poem is about: 
Me

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