corridors of the blackened yard.

‎        the night tightened around me, ‎  cold air carving thin aches along my ‎                              skin. ‎           i raised a steaming cup to ‎  steady the quiet, its warmth a brittle ‎                             tether. ‎      in the yard, a sable umbrella lay ‎abandoned as the shadowed corridors ‎  trembled beneath the silvered hush. ‎ ‎     the shadows whisper: @hellssent