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faded_lace) wrote2005-08-24 05:53 pm
faded_lace) wrote2005-08-24 05:53 pm
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Title: Nyctophobia
Disclaimer: I don’t own Saiyuki
Rating: G
Warnings: shounen-ai
Word Count: 200
Authors note: This turned out happy. Wow. Oh, and nyctophobia is fear of the night and/or dark.
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Things come out at night. Things that mothers tell their children don’t exist. Things that are said in stories to spend their existence under small children’s beds. Things that are depicted in so many ways that they are formless. Things that actually can hurt you.
Pain comes out at night. Pain that has been softly tucked away in the cavernous depths of the mind. Pain that doesn’t strike, but seeps, drips through the cracks. Pain that is over-confident because it has won so many times before. Pain that knows it can win again.
Memories come out at night. Memories that wish to be forgotten. Memories that moan and wail because of their contents. Memories that tear at the mind and rip at the heart. Memories that don’t mean to be destructive, but are anyway.
Want comes out at night. Want that tells enticing lies. Want that tries its hardest to defy reason and restraint. Want that gnaws and claws at heart. Want that makes guilt thrive and the mind reel.
Yes, things come out at night. Things that I have taught myself not to feel during the day. But you come out at night, too. And that makes everything better.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Saiyuki
Rating: G
Warnings: shounen-ai
Word Count: 200
Authors note: This turned out happy. Wow. Oh, and nyctophobia is fear of the night and/or dark.
~~~
Things come out at night. Things that mothers tell their children don’t exist. Things that are said in stories to spend their existence under small children’s beds. Things that are depicted in so many ways that they are formless. Things that actually can hurt you.
Pain comes out at night. Pain that has been softly tucked away in the cavernous depths of the mind. Pain that doesn’t strike, but seeps, drips through the cracks. Pain that is over-confident because it has won so many times before. Pain that knows it can win again.
Memories come out at night. Memories that wish to be forgotten. Memories that moan and wail because of their contents. Memories that tear at the mind and rip at the heart. Memories that don’t mean to be destructive, but are anyway.
Want comes out at night. Want that tells enticing lies. Want that tries its hardest to defy reason and restraint. Want that gnaws and claws at heart. Want that makes guilt thrive and the mind reel.
Yes, things come out at night. Things that I have taught myself not to feel during the day. But you come out at night, too. And that makes everything better.