& this is who I became beneath your half light.
When nobody loves us then we will change.
Lately I’ve been dreaming in pale shades of purple.
You hold me in a space that’s barely safe
from the world. We turned on the TV and then
cried for hours. It’s not us yet but what if we’re next.
I’m floating in a liquid terror, my fingers swirling
broken infinities into the bathwater. Should we escape
or will there be a home here. Is there a night that’s
any less frightful than day. When you scream I’ll hear
you but it might be too late. We can’t stop these moon
phases, can’t stop the sun from going dark, but if you turn
on the night light maybe I’ll dream full color again.
If you turn on the lamp maybe the shadows will walk
with us. If all night the street lights don’t turn off,
we will be less static. Hold me like this until the days
change and we’re bathed in full light once more.