~The Raccoon~

whirring purrs and clicks rise and fall like an incandescent wave outside our window at night hidden by the scattered fan of leaves of the knotted ash branches of the tree I grew up with I look out the window just in time to see your salt and pepper woven feather tail fading fast down the naked red bark  into more sighing shadows it calmed me solid light like you is the only thing this darkness has for me roof to rooftop emotions like light jumping and the raccoon I’ve never seen by my window before no more masks this is what I feel inside this is me with no pride in the warm chocolate night is this how it's going to be? feeling exposed and torn apart always going on meaningless where there’s supposed to be meaning no more masks to hide behind corners turning around corners turning lies into truth proves a harder task the layers of the onion continue to peel and you will cross my mind again out of all the thing’s I’ve held the best if you tomorrow will be better another long day in the shadows ~Sarah Mahina Calvello~