In response to “Torso of Air” by Ocean Voung

Scary, yet somehow tender
Black absorbs all light
Dark is comforting
To the person who is truly night
Herself
Bright. Light. Hurts.
Yet, it draws her
Light creates her shadow
But the reflection of her shape
Is not that of her body
But of the soul she had forgotten she had
As she looks closer
Connecting with the light
She knows
It’s waiting for her return
Because she, who is darkness
Is also light.