twist

It was a place where darkness looked light and where it was only the shadows that shook hands. Until the sun burned skin fell away, it turned the best of men into the worst, with blood seeping under their fingernails like the rain soaked afternoon of a stormy July. It was beautiful and human and fresh until it wasn't. Before the emboldened question hit the black, the night held the reverence of a virgin land, beat upon only by the shreds of time and the whips of expectancy. It looked like a graveyard now; and when the corners of their eyes only held suspicion and little prayers to last the night, it became devilishly, heart wrenchingly clear that the beauty of youth had been lost upon the land of the devil, and that it truly was a heart of darkness that rested in us after all.