Afraid of the Light

"We can easily forgive a child who is afraid of the dark; the real tragedy of life is when men are afraid of the light." ~Plato

She lives under blood-sky night

Where the fog slashes through light

And coffins with doors and windows

Line abandoned streets, dead

At high noon

 

A signal ray of love

Shinning from a heart in the blood-sky

Builds a bridge into to the lunch room

Where he offers her coffee

 

Blood is afraid of Holy Water

Water is too watery for blood

The bright heart bleeds, the sky reddens

She demolishes the bridge

It made her blind

The coffee is poured down the sink  

 

She lives in horror movies

She is corpse, murder and victim

Her hands bang on the inside of the screen

As her butt hurts from the chair

 

 

She has never been a 'she' but an 'I'

 

 

Author's Note

So... what do you think of it?