The crossing The night split open like a wound, and bled its shadows into me. Something crawled from where stars die— and whispered tru...

The crossing The night split open like a wound, and bled its shadows into me. Something crawled from where stars die— and whispered truths I shouldn’t see. Its breath was cold, its voice was mine, its hands dripped silence, thick as sin. It smiled— and every light went out. That’s when the real ...