She

knife.into.my.heart.

i don't recognize her anymore either.

You know her too, Minerva?  Maybe you and I are of the same cloth.  

i know her very well. are you made of purple black cloth that is dotted with stars? if so...we are of the same. :)

Sounds very much like me...minus the stars.  Hahaha.  

Great write, Virginia.. really dark, i feel the pain in this write..


Dave

Thank you for your thoughts, Dave

Very well described.
Some people dont realise they grow into this and eventually becomes an uncomfortable home though preferred.
Enjoyed this read.

very deep musings that are square on.  Maybe they realize it, but are unable to stop it.  

The ancients were sad and scared each time the Sun would go away. They thought it died. And the night frightened them as shadows grew and the Moon offered only a glint of understanding. But the night also made their bodies tired and so they rested, only to find the Sun has made a reappearance. To their disbelief and joy of this reality, they decided to name it Ra and bow to its divine reverence as they felt the hands of its rays touch them all with its warmth. As time passed, it became understood by the wise that one is not in the dark unless they have known the light. And, like you Virginia, the Sun will rise for you to feel its warmth. The child is sleeping. It is time to wake her up.

Chow, the sun doesn't always rise for everyone.  I can only hope you are right.  

As long as you have a fail safe from the darkness it will never fully consume you. But sometimes pure darkness is not a bad thing.  

Casket-that is one smart comment.  

It sounds to me like he deserves to be swallowed by the ravenous night.  She should not have to tolerate his dreams of blood and gore.  If he does return I'll kick his ass and let him contemplate his own gore.  Maybe I shouldn't joke about this.  I just hope she wards off this fiend once and for all.  

Hahaha Crow.  Kick his ass...you just made my day.  

Great write :-)

Love the last lines alot.

This is good, lol. Sorry joke is played out :-/

Dreams can be the worst! They can grow a shroud over your mind and stick with you. I hate it. Luckily, the sun is shining in reality today where I am at, I hope you feel some sunshine too.

Poignant poem. Bits of hope poking through in the lines;
"Your face still lights up when you come
Across something poignantly beautiful
Or refreshingly raw"

It is a balanced description, and well written. :) I hope the beautiful parts aren't consumed by the "ravenous night". Like prison, certain things don't stand much chance in the darkness, protect them.

bleak poetry. but there is comfort in the silence of the night, & beauty in a starry sky...

Getting to the light can be difficult...great write my friend.
Cheers...Harry