Adumbration

Midnight, bewitching hour

full of horripilation

Car door slam bang

and the warble act begins

No, no, I scream inside 

the verisimilitude of what will ensue

I am a powerless protege 

a stand in for the only one who could save me

but she doesn’t 

either by ignorance 

or choice 

I sit in a chair 

weeping in despair 

inside aching 

trying not to play

in hedonistic unholiness 

I disassociate my mind saving me

from the actuality of the death

I so desperately need to leave.