the cursor blinks
precariously on the doorstep
of the internet

she stares blankly at
the white screen
illuminating her face in
the darkness of the room the
only other light being
the faint glow of the moon in the
far window too blurry to be
wished.

when she was small she
was scared of the dark
scared of who was there
who was hiding

but she’s older
now so she should be braver because
only babies are scared of darkness

the cursor mocks her
in the search bar

she looks around as
if making sure no
one
is watching

as she reaches the
keys typing out her
sorrows
"who am i?"

the mouse wavers over
the magnifying glass

waiting to
open the rusty gate with
a key of curiosity

but the fog beyond
may darken the
the streets

and may poison
puddles
with the foul
smell of
uncertainty


she closes her eyes
and presses delete.