some better darkness;

by Matthew Burgos;
by Matthew Burgos;

The only light I could find in the sky was the glint of the yellow moon. The stars rested beneath the embrace of their mothers’ scowls. Not a single fire bled tonight.

I sipped the black coffee from my slightly worn-out mug. The burning and bitter liquid coated my throat, enough to shake me from some horrible sleep. I had placed a chair on my lonely balcony to sit and dream of dreams, but I could only remember terrors.

The single lamppost before my apartment graced its warm shine over the darkness of the pavement. I still imagined its obligation to wake up for those who sleep at night. We belonged in this time.

I thought it was a brilliant idea to suffer with someone who wanted to suffer to death, but it only created madness in hell. I could not kill our lunacy because it would make the cold flames of the demon’s dungeon disappear. Before I knew it, our sick trance of hallucinations poisoned my dead body.

You lived in death, but I faded from it. When you grieved in sorrow, I could only cry for pain. I did not know any longer if which darkness came better, but I had known we could separate to breathe the shallow dusk.

I forgot about my mug, but I let it shatter on my tainted tiles. Somehow, I missed you; but I did not want to tell my narrow sanity that I did the wrong thing.


Thank you for reading this story. If you want to talk about random things with me, do not hesitate to reach me through my “Contact” page. All the best love, my dear.


5 thoughts on “some better darkness;

  1. Very interesting piece. You always give such lovely descriptions such as the night sky in this piece. Your character seems to be in such pain and darkness, he is barely sane as you say. His girlfriend/wife passed on? And he seems to feel like he is in a kind of Hell without her, but yet, with her would’ve been a hell as well?

    1. Thank you so much, Ms. Amanda! You and your words have always been an inspiration to me. Thank you, thank you!

      As for the story, I thought of my own version of layers/stages of Hell but in the concept of love. I depicted my first level as suffering, second as depression and the third as way beyond all. My character thought it was great to live with someone who wanted these three stages, but he soon realized he only wanted to live on the first stage and his partner wanted to create a fourth stage. Even if it pained him so much, he chose to let his partner live on her created fourth stage while he remained on his own.

      I know my stories are quite confusing at times, but I always want to create paintings we somehow choose to ignore or we forget to realize and remember.

      All the best, Ms. Amanda! Thank you! 🙂

      1. Thanks Matthew. Your explanation made things clear. Were you influenced by Dante’s ‘Inferno’ which talks a lot about the different levels of hell?

      2. Yes, I should say. During my English classes in high school, we used to discuss about Dante’s depictions. I never got to read it [but I still plan to], but it has always been fascinating to me.

      3. Haha you are like me. It is one of my goals to read it. I read Paradise Lost in university. I hated in my first-year classes but grew to love it. It was my fav class in fourth year. My profs said Milton when he wrote Paradise Lost used ‘Inferno’ as a bases for his story in some respects. Have abreast day/night Matthew. Hopefully, we both get on our reading of Inferno. 😀

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