Nocturnaliss

I am the unseen movement in the night; Disturbing, displacing and rustling all In my path. Unbidden, I might enter, Hidden, through a window left ajar, or Through the door that clatters in a damp draught. I may catch you through a chink or crack, crease Of fabric on the bed sheet as I move Through unsealed ways of mice and crawling things. I cannot be seen. Even in daylight, I am there, but seem not to be present. To be, or not to be, the Bard did write; Such is it for the watcher in the night. Perhaps I have not spoken true; my form, Unseen being being noted by you, Is announced by the displacement of things Corporeal. I am sometimes subtl

Moving out to the sticks wasn’t exactly what Persephone Black wanted. If she had it her way, she’d still be living in Chicago. Of course, her father had other plans. Persephone sat in AP Physics 2, playing with the peeling bat and skull stickers on her binder, almost glad to be at school. It was a place that felt oddly cathartic, as crazy as that sounded. Though she didn’t know anyone and sat in an unfamiliar place, she could breathe without being surrounded by boxes and boxes of crap. She instead distracted herself with schoolwork, not once needing to cross paths with ‘drill sergeant’ Dad, Ronald. Ever-invasive