Written by Tabalith – Instagram: @taba_lith
And to think that:
Never have I been more content
Than in the anchor-like embrace
Of a cruelly beautiful shadow
In a tender Friday night dream,
A shadow who does not even know
I wear a name, and a prey’s crown
To remind myself of empty nights
With no eyes lingering on beds.
A shadow who does not even breathe
The same, crushing waves of gray air, I draw on layers of wet glass
So as not to look through windows.