by Andilyn Jenkins
If I could write in the dark, I would organize the shadows that give shape to my lost thoughts. I would always keep a scrap of paper and pencil under my pillow because the littlest movement frightens my thoughts away like discovered cockroaches.
But because I can't, I type on my phone, squinting in the screen's brightness. And I try to hold onto the dark whisperings, but they slip away from my senses and I can no longer feel them on my fingertips.
So I turn off my phone and accept the fact that the dark is meant for keeping secrets.
The ideas floating in my head churn like a piece of rubbery meat and can only be abated by spitting them out. But how do you spit out a thought?