Cries in the Night

Dylan Rosenow

In God’s critical eye and Satan’s malicious tempt, the lovers begin to cry. For the night acts a sunrise.

Craving | they bite into the apple. She prepares to sacrifice her innocence conscious of the grand consequence, in the face of sin and the name of love.

A devilish grin birthed behind his mask. For he bartered knowing lies and earned forthright malice for the taste of the innocent.

Tears soak the sheets while the pillowcase is stained with regret. For she was blindsided by his smile, a new one she would never forget.

He howls into the night, engulfed in his prey; his teeth dripping ecstasy as blood wilts beneath.

Closing his eyes, darkness overcomes light, as her crying and his cries linger in the night.

A face appears on Half Dome, the moon, and even on Mars, a luminescent bird glows green through the aurora borealis, a rock formation creates a man’s silhouette, a dog stares from the wood grain on a closet door.

We see a monster in the bark of a tree, the shape of a woman inside half an orange, a cross in the evening stars, find Jesus in a slice of bread.