A Heart Divided
The house is dark and silent. The doors are locked, the windows darkened, and it's difficult to gauge how early I've awakened in the resulting abyss that swims before my opened eyes. This darkness that surrounds me is absolute. Not like the dimming of the sky as the day progresses, or the arrival of the curfewed night. This inky blackness seems to stain me with its weight. So complete I cannot fathom any source or degree of light that might be capable of piercing through.
