Don’t Allow Yourself to Become A Victim

December 11, 2018

The noise, constant, felt like a blanket

of quiet, and intrusions of silence opened

like a cut, unexpected, awful, a gaping

wound that needed to be covered lest it

allow entry into the blood. Let’s face it.

I am broken, and nothing should touch me.

I am alone, and the night surrounds me. I hear

snippets of songs blaring from cars, You

don’t know what it’s like to be me. Girls

huddle together, their laughter punctuated

by cigarettes, high heels, lipstick and hope.

The dark pulses with need, all lit by the stunning,

lonesome artificial lights that promise what it

can and cannot give, and nothing else matters,

and nobody blinks in the endless darkness

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