In the Darkest Nights
In the Darkest Nights
There's barely room
to move from his
hot stagnant breathe.
Clenching my teeth
I try not to breathe
I use to like my way;
fighting the darkness
till I found an incandescent
light in the darkest nights
suffices to show a way
My way is by moonlight
Who said Ra is a god?
I abide to the night
like a preadator
hiding like prey
It's in the day he's
breathing his foul
down our necks
biting the flesh like
needles corrupt with filth
his formations, his rules
- his world -
Even when the moon takes
over the sun
a conqueror in its conquest
- in the light hides
deceiving eyes that rape me,
bring me to my knees,
compromise me and try
to redeem me
And in the night
I breathe down their necks
and like a vampire
suck away the life of their paradigm.
Robin Coe is a journalist and author. She wrote the fantasy novel "Fly on the Wall" and graphic novel "Illustrated Book of Wrath".