she sat staring
into the creases
of the night
matt black
as it folded
over her

no stars
nor moon
came to give
her light

so she sat
and stared into
into the
unrequited gloom

for she knew
in her deepest soul
that from that stygian black
it would come once more

to stare at her
and see the faults
she held at bay
by mere force
of memory

if she blinked
it would sidle in
and stare and drool
and grin that lavicious
all knowing grin

so she sat and stared
into the black
hoping and praying
that the black
did not stare back