Houses are so dead at night
A body shutting down, eyes drift close, shutter slightly as the lights dim
Humming in the vents, quiet rattled homeheart settles into a rhythm for the dark
So scared of silence, lightlessness, of being witness to yourself. Scared of the necessities of nutrition
Nighttime is just vegetables and we need our white noise, TV glow, true crime show night lights to tuck us in a little softer
A little safer with cloth between you and shadow beasts
yawning young 