Night Scenes

Dark alley

Of trash, rats, and urine;

A stench both inside and out.

Dying lamppost

Breathes its last light.

Above, a window slams shut.

Approaching footsteps,

I suck in my breath;

So hidden,

He passes unaware.

I clench the knife tighter

Then, like his shadow

Begin to follow.

Like dreams;

Night scenes

Awaken my true self.