My heart was dark, and I was trapped inside it.
I remember how it happened. One night I went to bed and by morning a curtain had dropped over the warm soft candlelight of what I had always known. It was not the kind of dark for which your eyes adjust and the world grows light in its own new and adaptable way. It was solid, perfected, and undiluted. If there were stars you would have seen them completely, but nothing now existed in this space which had once held a home and rooms for people to pass through. There was nothing at all really. What I was trapped inside was a kind of nothing I had never seen before. It grew no walls, it held no horizon. And if it had I’d have stared out at it, but as it didn’t I saw no end to what had happened. Something terrible had slithered in this hidden place and it had grown around what I had loved about its warmth.
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