fallen

Somewhere in the dark is a shadow the size of a pea. When it moves, the night ripples, and the violence shines through the purple shroud like a nightlight in the corner of a child’s bedroom. Conkers keep the spiders at bay, but they’re sitting on the window ledge waiting for them to rot. Somewhere, there’s a noise and the shadow flinches and becomes a cocoon. There’s a whisper and suddenly all the doors slam. Without a dimmer switch, there is either black or midnight. Dawn hasn’t touched the coast since that full moon when we parted under the clouds. The shallows are waiting for feet to swallow up and the wolves watch the water, ready to howl.