Not too sure what this is... just kind of came out of me.
Lies become truth, shadows fall away to be replaced by stark, ugly, naked vulnerability.
Pain stares you in the face, and you cannot drown away what you are hiding from the rest of the world.
No longer can you hide from yourself.
After midnight is the time where you can remember, and you can hurt, and you can cry.
After midnight is where you don’t have to worry about who you are to the rest of the world anymore, but who you try so desperately to hide.
When the quality of your wardrobe and the state of your reputation mean nothing.
Everyone becomes that beast they are trying to hide.
In the dark of the night, nothing stays the same, everything changes, everything is brought to the surface.
And when dawn breaks, we bury it all again.
This was an entry for a contest in my coven:
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