When the Night Comes

The day is fine. Filled with hope and daydreams of the future. I walk around with cares as little as what I'll eat next cuz I always have to be thinking 10 steps ahead. But when the night comes so does fear. It envelopes my positivity like an eclipse. The light and all my hope disappearing into the stomach of the night. While mine growls. I look scanning my surroundings like an animal being hunted. Alert but exhausted all at once. My steps seem louder now quickening with pace, oh I wish I had mace...to keep a distance from the man following me. Maybe I'm just overtired imagining things. I think in lost him I don't see anyone around. Breathing a sigh of relief I then feel a sharp pain in my neck of God it stings! Everything goes black. When I awaken I feel sick. There's a man on top of me. I can feel the cold air all over my basket body. I try to move or scream but my limbs are like bricks. I can't tell where I am, it's so dark. But the pain inside me is telling that nothing is right. I need to get out of here. I manage to get 1 word out. No. And I feel a cloth over my mouth. Everything goes dark...not again. When I wake this time I'm able to move. There's puke on me...I don't remember throwing up. I look around and the man is nowhere to be found. Just me and my naked body on cold crumpled leaves in the wooded area of what used to be my neighborhood. My clothes are strewn to my right side so I grab them and put them on as quickly as possible praying he doesn't come back again. I nervously scan the woods as I shove my foot into my shoes. I run to the police building and into the bathroom to lay on the floor and try to get some sleep. "You brought it on yourself!" or so I've been told by the sheep. I have work tomorrow morning. I can't let this distract me otherwise I'll never get out of this situation...this...homelessness as they call it. I can't wait until it's over, I can't wait for the sun, cuz when the night comes...out come the rapists and the bums.