Between the Ink, the Page and Me

Prose/Poetry

Photo by Andrey Zvyagintsev on Unsplash

There are seasons full of darkness that feel like the absolute worst of times, dark fairy tales where you’re called once again to fight. Despite a heavy heart — you lift your head up and sigh, you sharpen your teeth like a vampire in the night, thirsty for blood and allergic to light. Wondering, what will become of your dreams deferred — as they lay lonely in beds made for the…