Solace

I tried to visit them again, of course. Of fucking course. Why wouldn’t I? But that’s the thing, exactly the fucking thing / ain’t life a bitch.

The card stopped working on its second run through the portal. Or Ink stopped answering their calls. Or maybe I just got fucking ghosted. / I looked—did I fucking look! Nothing. No sign of Night, not ever. / Yeah, I was mad, for a while. / A long while, even. / But I got over it. Moved on. Found new shit. It was only one night, in the grand scheme of things. In the space of an entire life, one night... / but what a fucking night. / What a fucking /

I remember I had a dream, once. Though it felt realer than any dream had any right to. I was scared. It was night. I was alone. I don’t remember many details. Completely alone. Nocreature else for miles and miles...just white rock, all around, forever and ever. / And then, I wasn’t. Someone was there with me. Held me in their hooves. Chased whatever-the-fuck it was away. Kissed me. Gently. I feel like we made love... /

But I woke up. Forgot. / The way your dreams slip out of consciousness. / And it wasn't till just now that I remembered...