companion
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When the house surrenders to silence,and every light has forgotten its purpose,she appears. Not with claws drawn,nor with eyes full of warning— but with the patienceonly creatures of the night possess. Lucifer curls beside melike she has been appointedguardian of every unfinished poem. She watches shadowswithout fearing them.She walks through darknessas though it were simply…
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They say cats choose who they trust. Today, Myst chose me. She doesn’t know what I’ve survived. She doesn’t know the names that broke me or the nights I thought would never end. She only knows my bed is warm, my hands are gentle, and when she closes her eyes, nothing bad happens. So she…
Between Bruises and Blooms 