Soft Dusk

By Kheraly

Lights were dimming

Days got shorter

shadows grew at dusk 

windows lit up

I found comfort only at night

stars wandering 

fireflies in the eternally cold space

Sunlight made everything too clear

crisp

defined

blinding

cruel

Darkness was tender

subtle 

soft

welcoming

safe

A friend visiting again

following the warm orange path

of candlelight

The silk of the dusk 

slowly creeping into my room

enveloping me in a soft hug

Where I could lay in bed

In semi-darkness

Where outlines got blurred

And pretend you were 

still there

Your shadow

still lingering

Guilia was born in 1990 in Lucca, Italy. Thanks to her family, she breathed books, movies and comics from a very young age, favouring the horror and supernatural genres. She studied Media & Communication in Florence and then went on to get a Master's degree in English and French translation. After some adventures with self publishing and a long pause, she has returned to writing and is currently working on a book and a collection of short stories. Since 2016 she lives in Edinburgh, Scotland.

Instagram: @kheraly_