Clinging Stares Under the Cloak of Darkness
They get braver, it seems, under the cloak of darkness
Like a monster from a bedtime story,
Peeling back its human mask, allowed to roam free on the pitch-black streets
And everyone, they think its you that is the problem.
“That shirt’s too short to go out in”
“You know, girls are getting trafficked at the mall now, you might want to cover up”
“Make noise, if someone grabs you, yell, scream, anything”
And them, the creatures of the night,
They whistle and stare
Eyes dragging over you, leaving you feeling dirty all over
They aren’t human anymore, at night
And even in the bright spots, under lampposts and in front of stores,
No one is safe
And your mother’s there at 8 sharp, just before the sun dips below the horizon
Gone are the days of carefree play
Gone are the nights lite up with fireflies
The harmless, twinkling bugs have been replaced by
snarling,
whistling,
staring-too-long
creatures of the night
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