A Haunted Cottage

By Devdutt Tandel

On the darkest nights,

We can run off to the cottage 

Broken, like my soul,

Haunted, like your gaze.

Off the grid,

Where we feel like home,

With each other,

Into each other 

And nothing else to watch

But our scars,

And the open cracks.

Getting lost in the dark

When the candles go off,

And we become we 

More than we had been.

Fascinating,

Like the storm in our yard,

Waiting to be consumed whole.

And it doesn’t feel like fear

It is home.

Where we stay,

Until we burn.

By Devdutt Tandel