Fuck the Night

Ezzie Brown

04/22/16

AP Literature

Exercise: Identity

Fuck the night

I am the sooty underside

of a bat’s wing.

I am the dreaded

in the darkness.

I am the act of regretting

doing--

and failing.

At times like these,

I am everything

that was ever nothing.

I am black skinny jeans

eyeliner and lipstick.

I am a slogan devoid of permanence

written in a moment

for a moment.

I am an attack

without follow through,

heavy on sharp objects

but small on manpower.

On days like these,

I am the underside

of nightfall.

I am cities and alleys

Curses and streets

I am arching over doorways

I stir past the edge of sight.

I am the silence

that follows silence

in the leaden moment

of waking into a dream.

I am a throwing stone

I am the gravel under sleet

I am a stained sheet,

discarded, burned,

burned.

I am the screen of a dead computer

I am the screams of the living

I am the dirt in the ground of your grave

I am the patch of space

where a star once burned

Now the black hole sucks up its surroundings

-craving an ending-

in a world without end,

amen