☽ ( laidsiege )
source. && accepting
☽ = wandering alone at night .
the sweet buzz of the night is in him already. the day had been spent on his carpet, facing up, limbs spread; an imitation star. he feels it; as the sun goes down, it’s energy rushes from the sky and into him. from his apartment, he takes in the dribbles of light that spill over the horizon. he would keep them for when she decided to rise again.
he fizzes inside and out. the surrounding darkness makes him whole; a star on the earth.
hair combed and face covered he takes to the streets. he doesn’t have to listen out hard to hear them; they are everywhere.
- where is he? he said he would be back by now…
- when will i remember to buy new bulbs?
- who’s there?
the last one sounds good. and so that’s the way he walks to work.
the ground beneath his shoes grows to feel sticky and slow him in his pursuit. his hands, clammy, more than - drops forming at his middle finger.
who’s there?
he doesn’t want to know anymore.
from the viscid echoes in his stomach, he already knows.
he turns out of the thin alleyway he’d been following and into an opening; wide space, an unplanned interception for many other narrow little roads that needed to lead to somewhere that one might be able to breathe. the concrete is uneven, easy to trip on, he observes. better be weary of that.
there, across from him, he sees him. moving from light to shadow in the clearing that moonlight barely touched.
the light in a backyard lit up at the movement of a cat. it was quiet.
“ you’re a little far from home, aren’t you?”
