By H.R. Parker

//I pierce this night//
heart: pounding
thrumming in my ears
skin: flushing 
shrinking around my bones
lips: parting
tasting my sweat-salt
feet: cloven 
tip-toeing on dew tears
ears: listening 
hungering for moon song
eyes: glinting
sharpening morse code irises
breath: quickening
warming icy reluctance
throat: ripping 
tearing truth 
from inside 
the dark and hollow places 
//I pierce this night:
this lush twilight landscape 
dripping with hope and promise
and languid stars
I feel the night’s apprehension
as I come forth
to howl into the eve
I let it resonate 
and echo
into the waiting night//

Heather R. Parker is a freelance writer, editor, and published poet from Georgia. She works as a writer and editor for the self-publishing platform Her work has been published by Nightingale & Sparrow Magazine, Analog Submissions Press, Friday Flash Fiction, Medium, and others. Heather lives in Georgia with her husband, son, and a menagerie of pets. In her spare time, you can find her doing yoga, taking long walks in the woods, birdwatching, or picking flowers in sun-dappled meadows. You can follow Heather’s writing on Instagram, Facebook ,and Fictionate.Me.

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