In this town women walk at night—
Alone. The river glows with Van Gogh’s black blue hues
Twinkling on ripples of a star kissed sky
I cannot imagine locking myself away
From the night air that feels like freedom must taste
In the mouths of men. I cannot
Imagine closing my eyes to the midnight bells
That mark the deepest hour of night
A new day, draped in night’s cape
Wrap my bare shoulders, not with angry hands
Or tongues that lash foul thoughts to my skin
But wrap them in the black veil you mistook as your own
And I will claim the night with my high-heeled monument
Erected by monthly blood-spilled miscarriages
Of justice. In this town women walk at night—
Alone.