Hell At Night

Revenge rarely looks noble, but sometimes it sounds almost like art. Here there are wishes for a cold heater, a stolen car, and new relationships that will fall apart with a bang. Each “let it be” is like a little spell cast into the darkness.

All this bitter anger still smells of unspoken love: if the memory burns so strongly, it means that the ashes are still smoldering. And the night promises to be long, noisy, and not at all peaceful.