THE NIGHTLY CHILL
By Steve Arviso
FIGHT THE DAWN!
As the sunlit sanity of the waking world burns the night to ash,
embrace the unbound madness of your wildest dreams,
laugh into the endless abyss of your darkest fantasies,
and rage against the coming dawn.
The Nightly Chill is the unstable experience of the mind and madness of Steve Arviso (@AmoralCrackpot). Mon-Fri. Ish.
- WHERE STARS COLLIDE
- THE SOUND
- THE SHADOW KNOWS
- TRACK OF THE NIGHT
GRAND GHOULISH is over. I’m still itchy. Tonight, something different.
WHERE STARS COLLIDE
And now, for something different.
It sounded like a pod of whales, and looked
like a sea of lights.
Layla passed a few years ago.
One morning she woke up and died.
Just like that.
Doctor said something popped in her head.
I never talked about it much.
I guess a lot of us wish we had.
I know I do.
I heard on the news it started at 12:42, when all the lights went out.
Some people online said it was later than that.
Of course, some said it was earlier.
I don’t know what time I heard The Sound.
I only remember it was late, and cold.
But, The Sound?
It was soft, pleasant.
It sounded like a pod of whales,
but it looked like a sea of lights.
Sometimes I wish I could keep waking up to it.
Sometimes, I dream I do.
Layla waited for me outside our front door.
Pale in white, like the day I married her.
And in The Sound, I heard her voice.
She called, and she cried.
She said things.
Things only she knew. Things only I knew.
Things she shouldn’t know.
Called me names when I wouldn’t let her in.
All I wanted to do was let her in.
I never thought I deserved Layla.
She was too kind, too sweet, too understanding.
I was a mess before she met me.
I was a mess when she married me.
I was a bigger mess after she left me.
I don’t know what I am now.
But to see her standing there?
I didn’t deserve to have her back.
But I’m starting to think, maybe
maybe I deserved what came next.
From the window, I saw others opening their doors.
They let in whatever they saw.
I once heard someone saw a cat. So, who knows?
But they saw what they saw.
We heard what we heard.
And they opened their doors, let that light in.
Sweet girl, awful mother.
We used to hear them scream at each other through the walls.
One day I realized the fighting stopped.
Saw the girl one day in the laundry room, and she was all smiles.
That night, she was screaming at her mother to go away.
Screaming and screaming.
You’re gone, you’re gone. I killed you. You’re gone.
She kept her door closed.
The woman across from us opened her door.
She’s gone now.
Like everyone else.
My neighbor moved the next day.
I helped her load a few boxes and bags into her car.
We didn’t say anything the entire time.
Box, car, box, car.
Didn’t even thank me.
But before she drove off, she said
She said it sounded like a pod of whales, and looked like a sea of lights.
I don’t know where she is now.
I guess she’s gone too.
THE SHADOW KNOWS
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TRACK OF THE NIGHT
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THE NIGHTLY CHILL