Remember the when the sun goes down the street lights come on the others are watching the game has just begun.
My mother repeatedly whispered that in my ear before I went out into the day light. We aren't supposed to go out in daylight it's our government rules. My mama has always said because in the cruel world we live in now it's to dangerous we didn't know what to believe in.
Our dads' were supposed to be the strong leaders of the family but all they do now is work. Our mothers' are paranoid and our families are ripped into shreds and forgotten about. At night the eyes follow you and the lights flicker we are always told we have to come home quicker. The rapist, killers, monster come out. But why can't I see them moving about. I hear them, I smell their pungent odor. The little girls and boys who don't get home in time are in bad shape. My papa said they get raped.
He never filtered what he said to me. My mother doesn't like it. She always keeps her lamp lit for me to help me find my way through the dark. I don't mean to stay out. But I don't pout, about anything I haven't cried once in my life my mama is scared she tried the doctors, therapist, scientists everything I am just not a crying kid. You see now that it's all over blood filled the streets screams heard above shaking cars, snapping sticking this was just the end of a new beginning.
