Why has the night become synonymous with all the ways I wish I could paint by numbers,
Cross the stars to trace your face?

Could I be so certain that the dark contrasts that bleed our canvas wasn’t tainted by the depths we’ve dove?

When the ocean of our souls pulls us under, who would light the fire?
As the light faded to a pinhole,
Could we even see the monsters of the deep,
Waiting with open maws to swallow us whole?

No, it’s the night that takes its hold.
As the taillights streak down country roads,
I know you’ll find a way to signal me home.

Be my liberty,
Be my dream.
Find me in your melodies,
a concert of screams.
I want you to know the me,
no one has seen.

Beyond the cusps of our black mirrors. The night has become synonymous with the way we tangle endlessly.

On a scary Halloween night
The little children got a terrible fright
Where shadows dance under the moonlight
And the scary werewolves howling all night
A whispered tale of sorrow and of pain
A headless horseman dark and grim
Rode through the streets on every whim
So little children you better hide on this Halloween night your in for a terrible fright
The skeletons danced in the cold graveyard
And eerie silence a cold breeze and
Everyone hides tonight and the
Nightmares come to life and
Horror unfolds at frightening pace
Terror grips the night with all its might
A Halloween night draped in shadows deep
Its shadows lengthen stretching cross the path
Where unseen creatures seem to congregate
A distant howl carried on the wind
Awakens primal fears within the soul
The creaking gates and groaning fences sigh Halloween is scary we can't deny
As if in mournful chorus with the night

A scary man with windows like black eyes
Standing under the moonlight and everyone gets a terrible fright and

No one escapes this Halloween night
We've all in for a terrible fright with
Silent dread that fills the air
The bravest children do not dare
Whispers of madness everywhere  

This scary Halloween night forever told
Within the memories of those who roamed and
Beneath the dark moonlight and feel the chilling bitter cold dark night
And something ancient lurking in the gloom.

She entered
like dusk slips through curtains—
slow, deliberate,
never asking
to be noticed.

The lamp flickered.
He watched
as her earrings swung
like pendulums
measuring silence.

She undressed
without touching a seam.
The room tilted
as if memory
had gravity.

His fingers hovered
over the curve of her hip
like a prayer
he no longer believed in.

They moved
like fire learning
its shape
in a spoon of oil—
quiet first,
then chaos.

Somewhere,
a rain began
they could not hear
but tasted
in the salt between breaths.

Then—
stillness.

Not peace,
but aftermath.
She lay back,
a wound wrapped in moonlight.

He stared
at the crack
in the ceiling—
noticing it
for the first time.

The room smelled of iron
and orange peel,
as if something holy
had burned
and vanished.

She left
before the hour turned.
Her body stayed
for days
in the folds of the sheet—
a crease,
a heat,
a warning.

- THE END -

© 2025 June, Hasanur Rahman Shaikh.
All rights reserved.

Your hand
moved like silence
on my shoulder—
not asking,
not waiting.

The sheet
slid down
just enough
to forget its name.

Your breath
settled between
my ribs
and the window.

We didn’t speak.
The night
had already
been told.

The fan spun
above bare skin
and promises
no one made.

You traced a path
below my navel—
a sentence
you never said aloud
but I remembered
for days.

Later,
you left
without shoes.
Your steps
soft
as permission.

I lay there,
the sky warming,
your warmth
still turning
in the folds.

- THE END -

© 2025 June, Hasanur Rahman Shaikh.
All rights reserved.

Tell me a beautiful story, but just for tonight, please don't punish me with the truth...

-Rhia Clay