Untouchable

I am dead in bright sunlightThrowing rocks at the endless edgeMy cold eyes lie in a blindfold of plightAs the vast space stretches in arcsLike a mystery rune in eternal sight. To nudge the traces of bone shadows Is all I yearn of this black-misted glideBut hurling awry cries at this vague faceIs my only

The night

However hard he tried not to be, Ethan was afraid. Nervous energy thrummed throughout his body as he held the back door to his house open. ‘Now, it’s just a little stroll, Ethan. It’s probably just nothing,’ he told himself, biting his lip. He looked back into his house. It was dead quiet except for