Diurnal City

Night is 
not the enemy
Says 
the dense diurnal city
yet at dusk
Stalks me
Shrill-voices
family
puppet-strings
Fractured straw-cotton
clay puppet
Pulls a string
Before I leave
Warning
Taunting
Chaste, safe
to remain
Insidious
sibling
sneers
His face
dark sunset
over my thighs
Open the gate
Outside, they
with pitchfork awaits
Bolt the door
I am done for

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