i noticed your green mustang

I love the darkly romantic undertones (and overtones) of your work lately. This piece is no exception. You make this certain melanchony beautiful and wantable. This piece makes me nostalgic for the days when I found the darkness so enchanting. Maybe I'll get back there one day.

Jesus fucking Christ, Kourtney. This is beautiful.

Dark, mysterious with so many layers.  Each time it reads differently and looking at the title it's like a hidden past that only in the quiet darkness, stillness of the night it comes out.  Fantastic imagery!

When I'm critiquing poets online I often find myself telling them to add more images, to the point where I tire even myself. Thankfully, I don't have to do that here, as this is filled with really strong images, my favourite being the dreamcatcher made of bandages, in lieu of a soul, which is a subtle and intelligent bit of symbolism.
My one critique would be to remove the last couplet ("let's be silent/just tonight") because it feels too much like an unneeded summation of what came before. Let your great images tell the story.

You know, I wrote the piece and just kinda threw that in there. Sharp eye, thanks for the advice.

I love the opening line and every line after is wonderfully crafted.  Great work Kourtni.

the Bullitt car, your title drove it right into my mind. can't resist a Steve McQueen ref.

I'm geared to those midnight sounds...