The darkest night summons no demons,
Only the flicker of lampshade memories
Knocking, as if searching a shelter,
After murdering,
Chased by their concealed conscience.
The deepest night visits me often in daylight, draped in black coffee.
And we sip wine together.
He has a lot to say.
He doesn’t believe in doors, windows, and clocks.
He enters quite like the landlord.
The darkest night summons no demons,
Only the memories I kill to resurrect.
Maliha Akhter, studying English literature, loves to paint, write poetry, read books, listen to music, watch movies, anime, animations, and stare at nature. She is always eager to learn about new cultures.
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