Danger

My guardian angel has taken
leave of his senses, not to
have seen the demons lurking
in the shadows of your eyes.
No wings descended to shield me from
the darkness ensnaring my mind.
Street lamps darken as I walk by.
Danger hovers overhead like a vulture
waiting to feed. With his kiss,
he draws my breath, spitting back
stench.  My heel snaps, I falter,
skinned knees. Talons ripping
at my blouse, tormenting
the child inside.


Jamie Lynn Morris

03-15-2008