It gets a little dark
when I hearken my heart
and discard my thoughts
so I weigh both.

I play both
pro and con on repeat
like the love songs
that climb under my sheets
with me at night,
tempting my might.

I might, go dark
if I only took heed to my heart.
If I only took heed to that part
that fuels me to replicate the images
my mind curates of dates marked on
no physical calendar but I still
happen to remember, like December 20th.

But the more I neglect my shadow
the more it goes wild for respect.
And the more I pretend to be wholesome
all the more savage I get.


Kimolee Eryn is an artist and writer who believes in creating for a purpose beyond the purpose of creating. She believes that a life should be lived not just to sustain itself but to cultivate peace, love and growth in all adjacent beings and hopes to exemplify that in all she does.