A therapy of softness

On this night, sleep is in want of accoutrements to buy its acquiescence. At best, though, it is cumulative and marked by awakenings in cold sparkles of pain. Sensing a summons, the somnolent cat comes, lends its warmth and the balm of its lullaby purr. Art by u/tuftofcare (Reddit user)

The beast

What I would withhold from you is twice withheld within my selves, for the soul’s captain, unwilling, must drag along the unruly beast that licks itself and revels in its hideousness. [Art by Allan Swart]