There is dark
And there is pitch
It’s funny how dark can feel comforting
And pitch is where the nightmares make a home
I see your silhouette in the dark
Envisioning warmth from lips
Sounds that roll like sweet butter toffee off the tongue
And I know there is only one thing left to do
Then there is the pitch
Alone and not
Knowing at any moment you will be here
My tormentor…my personal….demon
There are times
My mind does not comprehend
The subtle nuance of the color
Instinctual….. I know
Tonight is the pitch








It’s all in the details. The little nuances that leans elegantly one direction or the other. This one takes me places
Thank you Willow. You are right its the nuances. <3
Powerfully penned, Fia. Another excellent write my friend. It’s the minute details isn’t it? Nicely done as always. Appreciate you, cuz.
Damian
This is a very reflective piece.
I can sense a lot of careful concentration from the writer.
I admire the determination throughout the stanzas.
This is a dark but incredible read. x