Home: Poetry: Ivy McKnight: All-Night Diner
Where darkness covers vision
in shadows of geometry,
of topless buildings stretching in the night sky,
ever upwards.
But the world lies below,
a world of shadows,
masking evil roaming idly,
in search of another.
Surly as the sky is black,
that evil lurks unseen,
yet we turn our backs,
for we are safe.
In a cell of undying light,
lost in conversation,
and the smell of grease,
and bad food,
and an unnerving sense,
that something is watching,
my back.
But a childish fear,
is the lock to this cell,
and I cannot imagine what keeps me away.
So thank god,
that this diner,
is all-night.

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