NIGHT VISION

PATRICE WILSON

I admit sometimes

It’s hard to see when it’s pitch black all around me. So instead of using my eyes, I use my voice title: Octavia told me

To get someone, somewhere to come to me.

I may be in the dark, but I will not be silent about it. I may be in the dark, but I will not be ashamed of it. Light and dark exist on the same spectrum. So I push a little bit further.

I find a way out of the tunnel vision, the abyss, the depression. I use my voice, I feel my chest fill with warmth, My ears remember The sound of my desire.

I hear the footsteps of another, pit-pattering— I have not seen their face, but the sound alone reminds me: I am not alone. So, Die?

Nah, not me. Not now.

Shit, I’m liable to develop night vision in this bitch.

Artist:mariah webber