How to fly:
Step one- get up on a cliff
Step two- jump off said cliff
Step three- forget to hit the ground

Majestic midnight weaves it's spell
requiring us to sit and tell
of stories frightening and beguiling
Of scares and prayers
Of lies and truths
Of pain and happiness
Of fright and nightmares
Of redemption and of damnation.
Midnight feeds on emotion
Drink it's potion and offer devotion.
Silent midnight, stays and listens
Watches your tears as they glisten
running down your drawn face
casting no judgement or illumination
on your midnight tears.

but i don't need to prove my intelligence to you

My thighs are bruised from your fingertips
Which have never actually touched my skin
But I grip my own cold body in the agony of your absence

And it's less of an absence and more of a never-presence
Like the school board that hasn't yet marked
The student who moved in late summer
So the teacher calls their name to an empty seat
Until they find out they were never coming in the first place