Darkness falls like a leaf
stalled by a breeze,
its flat green blade cutting slowly
through the florescent hum.
The once visible sky,
 tri-colored face
freckled with black birds,
costumes itself in a hood
of hovering shadow,
steals away, a faithless friend.
Tomorrow is a body of myths.
Something black, something very white.
Uncertainty.
I have no compass for my fear,
only feel its scurrying through the maze
of my veins, a clammy sense of nightfall
chilling the nape of my neck.
The air is cold.
Hugging myself is not enough.