I am surrounded by an inky blackness. Outside the cars have stopped, the need to travel abandoned, for night descended like a blanket. I feel companionship, a close soul, thought I cannot see it; I hear the cat breathing, oblivious to the thoughts in my head. He stirs slightly as though to refute that statement, drawing a deep breath to let the concern go and returns to whatever it was he was dreaming before my thoughts intruded. There is no peace here, no rest, only a lack of light and a lack of sound. Those are not the same when sleep does not come, they are torture. I am almost self-aware, fool enough to give a hundred reasons why a person would not want to be with me, yet not wise enough to give one why they should. The keenest lover is the one who never arrived, the one that you never found, imagining they would please you in a multitude of ways, ways that you don't even know or anticipate. Succubi who occupy the darkness on nights like this when there is no one else around, and they are present to make a deal.
this piece captures that particular ache of loneliness that only shows itself in stillness—when the world quiets and you’re left alone with your own mind. the contrast between the cat’s peace and the speaker’s unrest is heartbreaking, made more so by how simply it’s drawn. there’s an aching truth in the desire for real presence—for someone who stays through daylight, not just shadows. the honesty about longing, imagined love, and self-doubt is raw and deeply human.
sleepless nights captures beautifully
Yup..
Been there.. done that.
Should I get up and make some sleepy-tea.. or wait another 5 minutes to see if the curtain will drop. ??
this piece captures that particular ache of loneliness that only shows itself in stillness—when the world quiets and you’re left alone with your own mind. the contrast between the cat’s peace and the speaker’s unrest is heartbreaking, made more so by how simply it’s drawn. there’s an aching truth in the desire for real presence—for someone who stays through daylight, not just shadows. the honesty about longing, imagined love, and self-doubt is raw and deeply human.
You hit the nail right on the head!
That cat in this poem as a mirror 🪞
That’s a great call. I hadn’t thought about that but that’s a very good interpretation.
Maybe the cat has the right idea
I think he does!
I know that inky blackness! Very nice work, Emma! ❤
Thank you!!!
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Damn, I need to find me some succubi 😂
Yeah, me too!!