Light-box and shadows. A room beyond a room. The African sun sends tiny dust devils dancing through the glare of a wide window. Lying here you can see the invisible shift and sparkle. Cool cotton bedspread, soothes and calms. Neat corners, tight tucks, keeping chaos out.
Thin veils hide the heavy darkness of night where terrorists wait with sharpened knives. The deep recesses harbour monstrous imaginations. You are safe so long as you don’t venture out. Dad is not home and mum sleeps awake. I keep the sheet over my head and the light on ‘til morning.