Night in the Hollow

The cemetery gates yielded with barely a whisper beneath the tip of my parasol. Night brings the stillness the sun always robs from this town. Deep within the overgrown plots, nestled in the hollow of a weathered stone angel's wing, sat an extinguished votive lantern. A solitary moth fluttered erratically around the cold glass, confused by the moon's pale glare. With careful deliberation, I rested the shaft of my parasol against the angel's pedestal and slid the lantern's tiny rusted latch open, guiding the frail creature out into the dark breeze. The cemetery belongs to the quiet, not to frantic wings. #Armorgirlproject #Gothic #Flowers #Cutee #GoreMagala