It’s quiet and deep as gets more dark,
wind is still and heart races fast,
few steps look me miles,
trembling legs as reaching house.
Lights are out, sitting cat on fence,
flashing eyes of her, my hope for tonight,
with next foot in, fresh air to lungs,
some sweat droplets on forehead.
What scares most ain’t no shadows,
but callous smile of Mr.
at end of evening with pungent watch
piercing through my body to soul.
Seems this existence oppressive to some,
put their effort to suffocate me more,
yet I won’t give up to walk alone,
and dare you to cross my path!