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Somewhere down here beneath your quiet light, I’m here thinking of you and speaking aloud tonight. Somewhere up there, I know that you still care,
By Luna Jordan4 months ago in Poets
Pumpkins grin widely, their candles burn cold, not warm, and whisper your name.
Baby monitor— soft laughter hums through static; my child sleeps silent.
When it all ends, the silence will implode, replaced with harsh whispers of what you’ve always known: * The brain repeats a phrase: E R R O R * C O D E.
Hush now, child, close your eyes The night is cold, the moon has arise * Hush now, child, the night has come The shadows whisper “you’re not alone”
The porch lights come on; kids in costumes fill the street, bags rustle like leaves. * Laughter through the dark, pumpkins burning on each step,
She burned, she burned forever. Blue fire, her haunting call. A voice they will remember. It echoes through the hall. *
Empty hands reach out, nothing answers, nothing stays; despair eats the sun.
Light clings to the dark, a promise that night will fade; hope learns how to bloom.
The future burns bright, embers of hope catch the wind— new stars light the path.
Oh, my bad, I must’ve misunderstood; when you said forever, I thought you would. * I guess “just a fling” is love’s new trend
The knock came at 3:02 a.m. It wasn’t gentle, nor was it quiet; instead, it was loud like a siren, booming like a lightning storm, disturbing the silence within the home.
By Luna Jordan4 months ago in Fiction
