My nightmare woke me up in the morning
to a dark night ceiling
I turned over to see
the blinds holding out the light
A faint grey line escaping
From the corners
I closed my eyes
"It must be seven am,"
I thought
The clock told me differently
It was eleven am
The sun is high up in the sky
by this time
Usually
I had dreamt
of walking in strange
dark places
where I shouldn't have been
I thought that gender equality
meant not being scared of
walking alone
You came along and helped me out
showing me otherwise
My heart which had been waiting
for something bad to happen
calmed,
like the premonition had passed
Jul 23, 2015
Jul 23, 2015 at 3:14 PM UTC
My nightmare woke me up in the morning
to a dark night ceiling
I turned over to see
the blinds holding out the light
A faint grey line escaping
From the corners
I closed my eyes
"It must be seven am,"
I thought
The clock told me differently
It was eleven am
The sun is high up in the sky
by this time
Usually
I had dreamt
of walking in strange
dark places
where I shouldn't have been
I thought that gender equality
meant not being scared of
walking alone
You came along and helped me out
showing me otherwise
My heart which had been waiting
for something bad to happen
calmed,
like the premonition had passed
It knew what had been foretold
had come about
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