The nights breath stirs,
as I struggle to erase
the sins of the day.

I hear whispers in the wind.
Your voice - joy to me once,
lingers now like shards of glass.

I panic when you speak,
pacing back and forth,
in search of holy sacraments.

Slowly, the night grows bolder.
Unafraid, it opens its mouth,
and swallows me whole