Becca

The night cloaks me in a shroud of silent whispers; the moon hanging low as my silent accomplice, casting an eerie glow on my path. My breath forms fleeting clouds in the chill air, dissipating like the secrets I harbor within my chest. I trace the shadows with delicate steps, my movements practiced and precise. The thudding in my heart rivals the distant echo of nocturnal creatures. Each beat, a heavy drum, resonating with the magnitude of my clandestine affair with ...