Night

Photo by Crina Parasca on Unsplash

Night would crawl into your – my – our – bed,

Mess with your head,

Strangle you to death,

Wear your skin, then drain your tears.

Tangled in soaked sheets, you’ll think

That the sun would wipe all your sweats

But when you blink at the lights of an afternoon sun,

You’ll know that Night’s never gone.