alone at night again

a short

lore is any story that hasn’t been lived.

even after empathy,

i cannot feel the scratches your demons leave.

you cannot hear the voices that screech when i try to sleep.

we must learn to live with all we carry.

scars tingle when alone at night again.

my soul screams at the thought of you in that place.

if you let me i would carry your weights.

solely because i know the torture of running from your own face.